The great beacon light God sets in all, the conscience of each bosom.

There is nothing so unpardonable as to consent to a senseless, aimless, purposeless life.

The great mind knows the power of gentleness.

We mortals cross the ocean of this world Each in his average cabin of a life; The bests not big, the worst yields elbowroom.

Pippa's Song The year's at the spring The day's at the morn Morning's at seven, The Hill side's dew-pearled The lark's on the wing The snail's on the thorn God's in his heaven- All's right with the world

Strike when thou wilt, the hour of rest, but let my last days be my best.

Again the Cousin's whistle! Go, my Love.