Again, now, now, again Plashes the rain in heavy gouts, The crinkled lightning Seems ever brightening... And loud and long Again the thunder shouts His battle-song, - One quivering flash, One wildering crash, Followed by silence dead and dull, As if the cloud, let go, Leapt bodily below To whelm the earth in one mad overthrow, And then a total lull.

They enslave their children's children who make compromise with sin.

Beauty hath no true glass, except it be in the sweet privacy of loving eyes.

We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' pillage.

Sorrow is the great idealizer.

Light is the symbol of truth.

Practical application is the only mordant which will set things in the memory. Study without it is gymnastics, and not work, which alone will get intellectual bread.