His Heart Kep' Goin' Pity-pat, But Hern

The Purely Great Whose Soul No Siren Passion Could Unsphere, Thou Nameless, Now A Power And Mixed With Fate.

The Traitor To Humanity Is The Traitor Most Accurst.

The Ash Her Purple Drops Forgivingly And Sadly, Breaking Not The General Hush; The Maple Swamps Glow Like A Sunset Sea, Each Leaf A Ripple With Its Separate Flush; All Round The Wood's Edge Creeps The Skirting Blaze, Ere The Rain Falls, The Cautious Farmer Burns His Brush.

Earth's Biggest Country 's Gut Her Soul, An' Risen Up Earth's Greatest Nation.

New Conditions Of Life Will Stimulate Thought And Give New Forms To Its Expression.