Prayer is innocence's friend; and willingly flieth incessant 'twist the earth and the sky, the carrier-pigeon of heaven.

Nothing with God can be accidental.

The human voice is the organ of the soul.

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

Doubtless criticism was originally benignant, pointing out the beauties of a work rather that its defects. The passions of men have made it malignant, as a bad heart of Procreates turned the bed, the symbol of repose, into an instrument of torture.

Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate, Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.

Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are happiest.