The rain is playing its soft pleasant tune fitfully on the skylight, and the shade of the fast-flying clouds across my book passed with delicate change.
Nathaniel Parker WillisOne lamp โ thy motherโs love โ amid the stars Shall lift its pure flame changeless, and before The throne of God, burn through eternity - Holy โ as it was lit and lent thee here.
Nathaniel Parker WillisO, 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!
Nathaniel Parker Willis