The Green Grass Floweth Like A Stream

Again, Now, Now, Again Plashes The Rain In Heavy Gouts, The Crinkled Lightning Seems Ever Brightening... And Loud And Long Again The Thunder Shouts His Battle-song, - One Quivering Flash, One Wildering Crash, Followed By Silence Dead And Dull, As If The Cloud, Let Go, Leapt Bodily Below To Whelm The Earth In One Mad Overthrow, And Then A Total Lull.

Great Truths Are Portions Of The Soul Of Man; Great Souls Are Portions Of Eternity.

The Nunneries Of Silent Nooks, The Murmured Longing Of The Wood.

The Foolish And The Dead Alone Never Change Their Opinions.

Earth's Noblest Thing,-a Woman Perfected.