Difficulty Is The Nurse Of Greatness.

The Summer Morn Is Bright And Fresh, The Birds Are Darting By. As If They Loved To Breast The Breeze That Sweeps The Cool Clear Sky.

The Stormy March Has Come At Last, With Winds And Clouds And Changing Skies; I Hear The Rushing Of The Blast That Through The Snowy Valley Flies.

He [william Henry Harrison] Did Not Live Long Enough To Prove His Incapacity For The Office Of President.

All Great Poets Have Been Men Of Great Knowledge.

Thou Blossom Bright With Autumn Dew, And Colored With The Heaven's Own Blue.