Shakespeare was of us, Milton was of us, Burns, Shelley, were with us. They watch from their graves!

The great mind knows the power of gentleness.

How very hard it is to be a Christian!

Be sure that God Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart.

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.

I show you doubt, to prove that faith exists.

Into the street the piper stepped, Smiling first a little smile As if he knew what magic slept In his quiet pipe the while. And the piper advanced And the children followed.