Quite the ugliest face I ever saw was that of a woman whom the world called beautiful. Through its silver veil the evil and ungentle passions looked out, hideous and hateful. On the other hand, there are faces which the multitude, at first glance, pronounce homely, unattractive and such as "Nature fashions by the gross," which I always recognize with a warm heart-thrill. Not for the world would I have one feature changed; they please me as they are; they are hallowed by kind memories, and are beautiful through their associations.

So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore; The glory from his gray hairs gone For evermore!

Round the boles of the pine-wood the ground-laurel creeps, Unkissed of the sunshine, unbaptized of showers, With buds scarcely swelled, which should burst into flowers!

Despair is infidelity and death.

Nothing before, nothing behind; The steps of faith Fall on the seeming void, and find The Rock beneath.

Children have neither past nor future - they rejoice in the present.

This is truth the poet sings . . .