A spring of love gush'd from my heart, And I bless'd them unaware.

Friends should be weighed, not told; who boasts to have won a multitude of friends has never had one.

Alone, Alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never saint took pity on My soul in agony

Her skin was white as leprosy.

Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends! Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man? Three treasures, love and light, And calm thoughts, regular as infants' breath; And three firm friends, more sure than day and night, Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.

Too soon did the doctors of the church forget that the heart--the moral nature--was the beginning and the end, and that truth, knowledge, and insight were comprehended in its expansion.

Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink.