Still sweet with blossoms is the year's fresh prime.

All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom.

Genius, with all its pride in its own strength, is but a dependent quality, and cannot put forth its whole powers nor claim all its honors without an amount of aid from the talents and labors of others which it is difficult to calculate.

Christ taught an astonishing thing about physical death: not merely that it is an experience robbed of its terror but that as an experience it does not exist at all. To "sleep in Christ," like one that wraps the drapery of his couch about him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

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

The hushed winds their Sabbath keep.

Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue.