Music Expresses That Which Cannot Be Put

God In His Harmony Has Equal Ends For Cedar That Resists And Reed That Bends; For Good It Is A Woman Sometimes Rules, Holds In Her Hand The Power, And Manners, Schools, And Laws, And Mind; Succeeding Master Proud, With Gentle Voice And Smiles She Leads The Crowd, The Somber Human Troop.

Is It Not A Thing Divine To Have A Smile Which, None Know How, Has The Power To Lighten The Weight Of That Enormous Chain Which All The Living In Common Drag Behind Them?

Slaves Would Be Tyrants Were The Chance Theirs.

One Sees Qualities At A Distance And Defects At Close Range.

We Are Reassured Almost As Foolishly As We Are Alarmed; Human Nature Is So Constituted.