Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.

The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favourite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come, And make their bed with thee.

The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within.

These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.

Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen. Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook.

The birch-bark canoe of the savage seems to me one of the most beautiful and perfect things of the kind constructed by human art.

Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness - a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster children into strength and athletic proportion.