Nothing that is can pause or stay.

The day is dark and cold and dreary; it rains, and the wind is never weary.

The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.

No man is so poor as to have nothing worth giving.

Like black hulks the shadows of the great trees ride at anchor on the billowy sea of grass.

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

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