When I Behold The Passion For Ornamentation,

The Broken Eggshell Of A Civilization Which Time Has Hatched And Devoured.

It Has Been Strange To Me To Return To Life And To Feel That I Have Any Sympathy With Human Beings, After The Long Interval Of Quiet And Indifference Which Succeeded My Marriage.

The Flag Of Our Stately Battles, Not Struggles Of Wrath And Greed, Its Stripes Were A Holy Lesson, Its Spangles A Deathless Creed: 't Was Red With The Blood Of Freemen And White With The Fear Of The Foe; And The Stars That Fight In Their Courses 'gainst Tyrants Its Symbols Know.

I Am Confirmed In My Division Of Human Energies. Ambitious People Climb, But Faithful People Build.

Boston Is An Oasis In The Desert, A Place Where The Larger Proportion Of People Are Loving, Rational And Happy.