And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.

Ah, what a warning for a thoughtless man, Could field or grove, could any spot of earth, Show to his eye an image of the pangs Which it hath witnessed,-render back an echo Of the sad steps by which it hath been trod!

Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.

In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.

Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch'd in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

For by superior energies; more strict affiance in each other; faith more firm in their unhallowed principles, the bad have fairly earned a victory over the weak, the vacillating, inconsistent good.

Every gift of noble origin Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath.