A Millstone And The Human Heart Are

Such Was The Wreck Of The Hesperus, In The Midnight And The Snow! Christ Save Us All From A Death Like This, On The Reef Of Norman's Woe!

What Else Remains For Me? Youth, Hope And Love; To Build A New Life On A Ruined Life.

The Morrow Was A Bright September Morn; The Earth Was Beautiful As If Newborn; There Was Nameless Splendor Everywhere, That Wild Exhilaration In The Air, Which Makes The Passers In The City Street Congratulate Each Other As They Meet.

Wisely Improve The Present. It Is Thine.

Mercy More Becomes A Magistrate Than The Vindictive Wrath Which Men Call Justice.