Whenever Nature Leaves A Hole In A

The Surest Pledge Of A Deathless Name Is The Silent Homage Of Thoughts Unspoken.

To Say The Least, A Town Life Makes One More Tolerant And Liberal In One's Judgment Of Others.

Life Hath Quicksands, Life Hath Snares!

How Can I Tell The Signals And The Signs By Which One Heart Another Heart Divines? How Can I Tell The Many Thousand Ways By Which It Keeps The Secret It Betrays?

The Moon Is Hidden Behind A Cloud... On The Leaves Is A Sound Of Falling Rain... No Other Sounds Than These I Hear; The Hour Of Midnight Must Be Near... So Many Ghosts, And Forms Of Fright, Have Started From Their Graves To-night, They Have Driven Sleep From Mine Eyes Away: I Will Go Down To The Chapel And Pray.