True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven: It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes soon as granted fly; It liveth not in fierce desire.

The Book of Books Within this ample volume lies The mystery of mysteries. Happiest they of human race To whom their God has given grace To read, to fear, to hope, to pray, To lift the latch, to force the way; But better had they ne'er been born That read to doubt or read to scorn.

Although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, no one could claim with better right to be a sovereign among soldiers.

No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe.

November's sky is chill and drear, November's leaf is red and sear.

Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.

We shall never learn to feel and respect our real calling and destiny, unless we have taught ourselves to consider every thing as moonshine, compared with the education of the heart.