Blest Hour! It Was A Luxury--to Be!

He Prayeth Best Who Loveth Best.

I Believe That Obstinacy, Or The Dread Of Control And Discipline, Arises Not So Much From Self-willedness As From A Conscious Defect Of Voluntary Power; As Foolhardiness Is Not Seldom The Disguise Of Conscious Timidity.

That Agony Returns; And Till My Ghastly Tale Is Told, This Heart Within Me Burns.

I May Not Hope From Outward Forms To Win / The Passion And The Life, Whose Fountains Are Within.

And Looking To The Heaven, That Bends Above You, How Oft! I Bless The Lot, That Made Me Love You.