AND what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten.

Freedom is the only law which genius knows.

Earth's noblest thing,-a woman perfected.

Once to every person and nation come the moment to decide. In the conflict of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side.

Such power there is in clear-eyed self-restraint.

Moral supremacy is the only one that leaves monuments, and not ruins, behind it.

Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.