Sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

Eloquence is the poetry of prose.

Ah! never shall the land forget How gushed the life-blood of her brave -

All great poets have been men of great knowledge.

Beautiful isles! beneath the sunset skies tall, silver-shafted palm-trees rise, between full orange-trees that shade the living colonade.

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

The groves were God's first temples.