Woman's Faith And Woman's Trust, Write The

The Willow Which Bends To The Tempest Often Escapes Better Than The Oak Which Resists It.

Call It Not Vain: They Do Not Err Who Say That When The Poet Dies Mute Nature Mourns Her Worshipper, And Celebrates His Obsequies.

So Faithful In Love, And So Dauntless In War, There Never Was Knight Like Young Lochinvar.

Love Rules The Court, The Camp, The Grove, And Men Below, And Saints Above: For Love Is Heaven, And Heaven Is Love.

Still From The Sire The Son Shall Hear Of The Stern Strife, And Carnage Drear, Of Flodden's Fatal Field, When Shiver'd Was Fair Scotland's Spear, And Broken Was Her Shield!