Love is the energy of life.

Thought is the soul of act.

Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.

Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her- Next time, herself!-not the trouble behind her

For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain, Then a light, then thy breast, O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again, And with God be the rest!

You never know what life means till you die; even throughout life, tis death that makes life live.

If you can sit at set of sun And count the deeds that you have done And counting find oneself-denying act, one word That eased the heart of him that heard. One glance most kind, Which fell like sunshine where he went, Then you may count that day well spent.