I Think Nothing Is Religion Which Puts

When The Unwelcome Little Unborn Shall Have Seen The Light My Brain Will Be Lightened, And I Shall Have A Clearer Mind. Thank God That Even This Weary Nine Months Shall Come To An End And Leave Me In Possession Of My Own Body And My Own Soul.

The Frozen Ocean... Of Boston Life.

In The Nature Of Things, I Must Soon Lose Sight Of This Sense Of Constant Metamorphosis Whose Limits Bound Our Human Life.

He Has Sounded Forth The Trumpet That Shall Never Call Retreat; He Is Sifting Out The Hearts Of Men Before His Judgment-seat. Oh! Be Swift My Soul To Answer Him, Be Jubilant My Feet! Our God Is Marching On.

The Flag Of Our Stately Battles, Not Struggles Of Wrath And Greed, Its Stripes Were A Holy Lesson, Its Spangles A Deathless Creed: 't Was Red With The Blood Of Freemen And White With The Fear Of The Foe; And The Stars That Fight In Their Courses 'gainst Tyrants Its Symbols Know.