Who can mistake great thoughts? They seize upon the mind; arrest and search, And shake it; bow the tall soul as by wind; Rush over it like a river reeds.

The hero is the world-man, in whose heart One passion stands for all, the most indulged.

Oh, could we lift the future's sable shroud.

What men call accident is God's own part.

If all were rich, gold would be penniless.

Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.

Stars which stand as thick as dewdrops on the field of heaven.