To be seventy years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the deep valley stretching miles and miles away, and before you other summits higher and whiter, which you may have strength to climb, or may not. Then you sit down and meditate and wonder which it will be.

Stars of earth, these golden flowers; emblems of our own great resurrection; emblems of the bright and better land.

The Wreck of the Hesperus But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he.

It has done me good to be somewhat parched by the heat and drenched by the rain of life.

He looks the whole world in the face for he owes not any man.

Very hot and still the air was, Very smooth the gliding river, Motionless the sleeping shadows.

The natural alone is permanent. Fantastic idols may be worshipped for a while; but at length they are overturned by the continual and silent progress of Truth, as the grim statues of Copan have been pushed from their pedestals by the growth of forest-trees, whose seeds were sown by the wind in the ruined walls.