Faultless To A Fault.

Aspire, Break Bounds. Endeavor To Be Good, And Better Still, Best.

Who Hears Music Feels His Solitude Peopled At Once.

Sorrow, The Heart Must Bear, Sits In The Home Of Each, Conspicuous There. Many A Circumstance, At Least, Touches The Very Breast. For Those Whom Any Sent Away,--he Knows: And In The Live Man's Stead, Armor And Ashes Reach The House Of Each.

There Is Nothing So Unpardonable As To Consent To A Senseless, Aimless, Purposeless Life.

Oh, The Little More, And How Much It Is! And The Little Less, And What Worlds Away.