The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And did its best to vex the lake: I listened with heart fit to break. When glided in Porphyria; straight She shut the cold out and the storm, And kneeled and made the cheerless grate Blaze up and all the cottage warm.

White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so; life's business being just the terrible choice.

The body sprang At once to the height, and stayed; but the soul,-no!

grow old with me. the best is yet to be. the last of life for which the first was made.

He who did well in war just earns the right, To begin doing well in peace.

So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon, Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!

Tis Man's to explore up and down, inch by inch, with the taper his reason.