Education Was Almost Entirely A Matter Of

In Poor Rosamond's Mind There Was Not Room Enough For Luxuries To Look Small In.

We Are Led On, Like Little Children, By A Way We Know Not.

Every Year Strips Us Of At Least One Vain Expectation, And Teaches Us To Reckon Some Solid Good In Its Stead.

But What We Call Our Despair Is Often Only The Painful Eagerness Of Unfed Hope.

Pity That Consequences Are Determined Not By Excuses But By Actions!