He Made Me Love Him Without Looking

But Life Is A Battle: May We All Be Enabled To Fight It Well!

His Mind Was Indeed My Library, And Whenever It Was Opened To Me, I Entered Bliss.

I Thought I Loved Him When He Went Away; I Love Him Now In Another Degree: He Is More My Own. [ . . . ] Oh! A Thousand Weepers, Praying In Agony On Waiting Shores, Listened For That Voice, But It Was Not Uttered--not Uttered Till; When The Hush Came, Some Could Not Feel It: Till, When The Sun Returned, His Light Was Night To Some!

Adversity Is A Good School.

Reader, I Married Him.