Oh The Long And Dreary Winter! Oh

A Boy's Will Is The Wind's Will.

Softly The Evening Came. The Sun From The Western Horizon Like A Magician Extended His Golden Want O'er The Landscape; Trinkling Vapors Arose; And Sky And Water And Forest Seemed All On Fire At The Touch, And Melted And Mingled Together.

Sunday Is The Golden Clasp That Binds Together The Volume Of The Week.

The Things That Have Been And Shall Be No More, The Things That Are, And That Hereafter Shall Be, The Things That Might Have Been, And Yet Were Not, The Fading Twilight Of Joys Departed.

Into A World Unknown,-the Corner-stone Of A Nation!