Gratitude is not only the memory but the homage of the heart- rendered to God for his goodness.

Ah me! the world is full of meetings such as this,--a thrill, a voiceless challenge and reply, and sudden partings after!

How like a mounting devil in the heart rules the unreined ambition.

Wisdom, sits alone, topmost in heaven: she is its light, its God; and in the heart of man she sits as high, though groveling minds forget her oftentimes, seeing but this world's idols.

One lamp — thy mother’s love — amid the stars Shall lift its pure flame changeless, and before The throne of God, burn through eternity - Holy — as it was lit and lent thee here.

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

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