Take them, O Death! and bear away Whatever thou canst call thine own! Thine image, stamped upon this clay, Doth give thee that, but that alone!

To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.

Some must follow and some command, through all are made oclay.

A Lady with a Lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood.

What is time? The shadow on the dial, the striking of the clock, the running of the sand, day and night, summer and winter, months, years, centuries-these are but arbitrary and outward signs, the measure of Time, not Time itself. Time is the Life of the Soul.

Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts.

And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters