Against the windows the storm comes dashing, Through tattered foliage the hail tears crashing, The blue lightning flashes, The rapid hail clashes... The thunder is rumbling And crashing and crumbling.

Be He nowhere else, God is in all that liberates and lifts, in all that humbles, sweetens, and consoles.

As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change, Neath every one a friend.

It was in making education not only common to all, but in some sense compulsory on all, that the destiny of the free republics of America was practically settled.

Like streams that keep a summer mind Snow-hid in Jenooary.

Better one bite at forty, of truths bitter rind, than the hot wine that gushed from the vintage of twenty.

It is curious how tyrannical the habit of reading is...