And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, and silently steal away.

It is Lucifer, The son of mystery; And since God suffers him to be, He too, is God's minister, And labors for some good By us not understood.

There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.

If we love one another, nothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances may happen.

No tears Dim the sweet look that Nature wears.

The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.

To charm, to strengthen, and to teach: these are the three great chords of might.