I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chattered all the way. But left me none the wiser For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne'er a word said she; But oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me!

Must in death your daylight finish? My sun sets to rise again.

Would you have your songs endure? Build on the human heart.

Who knows but the world may end tonight

Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!

Sappho survives, because we sing her songs; And Eschylus, because we read his plays!

God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency.