Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again. For then the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day.
The brave, impetuous heart yields everywhere to the subtle, contriving head.
Six years-six little years-six drops of time.
Religion--that voice of the deepest human experience.
Resolve to be thyself: and know that he who finds himself, loses his misery.
The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits;- on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.