Barnes Are Blessings.

O You Beast! I'll So Maul You And Your Toasting-iron, That You Shall Think The Devil Is Come From Hell.

What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks?

Knit Your Hearts With An Unslipping Knot.

Tis But A Base, Ignoble Mind That Mounts No Higher Than A Bird Can Soar.

What I Have Done Is Yours; What I Have To Do Is Yours; Being Part In All I Have, Devoted Yours.