We Need To Hear The Excuses Men

The Life Of The Soul Is Incalculable.

I Stand In The Sunny Noon Of Life. Objects No Longer Glitter In The Dews Of Morning, Neither Are Yet Softened By The Shadows Of Evening.

I Am Suffocated And Lost When I Have Not The Bright Feeling Of Progression.

Let Every Woman, Who Has Once Begun To Think, Examine Herself

Reverence The Highest, Have Patience With The Lowest. Let This Day's Performance Of The Meanest Duty Be Thy Religion. Are The Stars Too Distant, Pick Up The Pebble That Lies At Thy Feet, And From It Learn The All.