Sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great.

Being all fashioned of the self-same dust, let us be merciful as well as just

Death is the chillness that precedes the dawn; We shudder for a moment, then awake In the broad sunshine of the other life.

One half the world must sweat and groan that the other half may dream.

Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon Like a magician extended his golden want o'er the landscape; Trinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together.

Silence and solitude, the soul's best friends.

Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.