The Secret Anniversaries Of The Heart.

Ships That Pass In The Night, And Speak Each Other In Passing, Only A Signal Shown, And A Distant Voice In The Darkness; So On The Ocean Of Life, We Pass And Speak One Another, Only A Look And A Voice, Then Darkness Again And A Silence.

Then Followed That Beautiful Season... Summer.... Filled Was The Air With A Dreamy And Magical Light; And The Landscape Lay As If New Created In All The Freshness Of Childhood.

It Was The Schooner Hesperus, That Sailed The Wintry Sea.

To Charm, To Strengthen, And To Teach: These Are The Three Great Chords Of Might.

The Country Is Not Priest-ridded, But Press-ridden.