When Pride Thaws, Look For Floods.

Naught But God Can Satisfy The Soul.

Night Comes, World-jewelled, . . . The Stars Rush Forth In Myriads As To Wage War With The Lines Of Darkness; And The Moon, Pale Ghost Of Night, Comes Haunting The Cold Earth After The Sun's Red Sea-death--quietless.

Dewdrops, Nature's Tears, Which She Sheds In Her Own Breast For The Fair Which Die. The Sun Insists On Gladness; But At Night, When He Is Gone, Poor Nature Loves To Weep.

When Night Hath Set Her Silver Lamp High, Then Is The Time For Study.

Life Is As Serious A Thing As Death.