There's Nothing Fair Nor Beautiful, But Takes

God Sifted A Whole Nation That He Might Send Choice Grain Over Into This Wilderness.

The Air Is Full Of Farewells To The Dying. And Mournings For The Dead.

Love Contending With Friendship, And Self With Each Generous Impulse. To And Fro In His Breast His Thoughts Were Heaving And Dashing, As In A Foundering Ship.

Ambition's Cradle Oftenest Is Its Grave

You Would Attain To The Divine Perfection.