A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.

Let us be merciful as well as just.

When one is truly in love, one not only says it, but shows it.

I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.

The poor too often turn away unheard, From hearts that shut against them with a sound That will be heard in heaven.

Among the noblest in the land - Though man may count himself the least - That man I honor and revere, Who without favor, without fear, In the great city dares to stand, The friend of every friendless beast.

Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.