Nature, Through All Her Kingdoms, Insures Herself.

It Is In Rugged Crises, In Unbearable Endurance, And In Aims Which Put Sympathy Out Of The Question, That The Angel Is Shown.

Some Of Your Griefs You Have Cured, And The Sharpest You Still Have Survived, But What Torments Of Grief You've Endured From Evils That Never Arrived.

It Is One Light Which Beams Out Of A Thousand Stars. It Is One Soul Which Animates All Men.

You Shall Have Joy, Or You Shall Have Power, Said God; You Shall Not Have Both.

What If You Do Fail, And Get Fairly Rolled In The Dirt Once Or Twice. Up Again, You Shall Never Be So Afraid Of A Tumble.