Life Seems A Jest Of Fate's Contriving.

Many Make The Household But Only One The Home.

Did Man E'er Live Saw Priest Or Woman Yet Forgive?

The Story Of Any One Man's Real Experience Finds Its Startling Parallel In That Of Every One Of Us.

Not Only Around Our Infancy Doth Heaven With All Its Splendors Lie; Daily, With Souls That Cringe And Plot, We Sinais Climb And Know It Not.

The Stiff Rails Were Softened To Swan's-down, And Still Fluttered Down The Snow.