An Angel Visited The Green Earth, And

Let Us Labor For An Inward Stillness-- An Inward Stillness And An Inward Healing. That Perfect Silence Where The Lips And Heart Are Still, And We No Longer Entertain Our Own Imperfect Thoughts And Vain Opinions, But God Alone Speaks To Us And We Wait In Singleness Of Heart That We May Know His Will, And In The Silence Of Our Spirits, That We May Do His Will And Do That Only

One Half The World Must Sweat And Groan That The Other Half May Dream.

People Of A Lively Imagination Are Generally Curious, And Always So When A Little In Love.

Look Not Mournfully Into The Past. It Comes Not Back Again.

O Suffering, Sad Humanity! O Ye Afflicted Ones, Who Lie Steeped To The Lips In Misery, Longing, Yet Afraid To Die, Patient, Though Sorely Tried!