Our pleasures and our discontents, Are rounds by which we may ascend.

Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues.

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.

Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll.

When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star He left the gates of Heaven ajar.

Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship Let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest.

A boy's will is the wind's will, and the thought's of youth are long, long thoughhts