The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.

As I gaze upon the sea! All the old romantic legends, all my dreams, come back to me.

In the elder days of art Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part, For the Gods are everywhere

A boy's will is the wind's will, and the thought's of youth are long, long thoughhts

The history of the past is a mere puppet-show. A little man comes out and blows a little trumpet, and goes in again. You look for something new, and lo! another little man comes out, and blows another little trumpet, and goes in again. And it is all over.

To-day, to-morrow, every day, to thousands the end of the world is close at hand. And why should we fear it? We walk here, as it were, in the crypts of life; at times, from the great cathedral above us, we can hear the organ and the chanting choir; we see the light stream through the open door, when some friend goes up before us; and shall we fear to mount the narrow staircase of the grave that leads us out of this uncertain twilight into life eternal?

"Do not fear! Heaven is as near," He said, "by water as by land!"