One sweetly solemn thought, comes to me o'er and o'er; I am nearer home today, than I ever have been before.

Books were put out, and 'had a run,' / Like coinage from the mint; / But which could fill the place of one, / That one they wouldn't print?

All the great blessings of my life are present in my thoughts today

Sometimes, I think the things we see are shadows of the things to be; that what we plan we build

And never since harvests were ripened, / Or laborers born, / Have men gathered figs of the thistle, / Or grapes of the thorn!

Women are only told that they resemble angels when they are young and beautiful; consequently, it is their persons, not their virtues, that procure them homage.

O that one unguarded moment! / Were it mine to live again, / All the strength of its temptation / Would appeal to me in vain.