If there is anything that keeps the mind open to angel visits, and repels the ministry of ill, it is human love.

We may believe that we shall know each other's forms hereafter; and in the bright fields of the better land call the lost dead to us.

O, when the heart is, full, when bitter thoughts come crowding thickly up for utterance, and the poor common words of courtesy are such a very mockery, how much the bursting heart may pour itself in prayer!

I knelt, and with the fervor of a lip unused to the cool breath of reason, told my love.

A lamp is lit in woman's eye; that souls, else lost on earth, remember angels by.

The lily and the rose in her fair face striving for precedence.

Of dead kingdoms I recall the soul, sitting amid their ruins