Oh Who Can Tell, Save He Whose

I Am Surrounded Here By Parsons And Methodists, But As You Will See, Not Infested With The Mania.

The Sky Is Changed,-and Such A Change! O Night And Storm And Darkness! Ye Are Wondrous Strong, Yet Lovely In Your Strength, As Is The Light Of A Dark Eye In Woman! Far Along, From Peak To Peak, The Rattling Crags Among, Leaps The Live Thunder.

Heaven Gives Its Favourites-early Death.

There's Not A Joy The World Can Give Like That It Takes Away.

Earth! Render Back From Out Thy Breast A Remnant Of Our Spartan Dead! Of The Three Hundred Grant But Three, To Make A New Thermopylæ!