God Hath Yoked To Guilt Her Pale

Remorse Is Virtue's Root; Its Fair Increase Is Fruits Of Innocence And Blessedness.

Can Anything Be Imagined More Abhorrent To Every Sentiment Of Generosity And Justice, Than The Law Which Arms The Rich With The Legal Right To Fix, By Assize, The Wages Of The Poor? If This Is Not Slavery, We Have Forgotten Its Definition. Strike The Right Of Associating For The Sale Of Labor From The Privileges Of A Freeman, And You May As Well Bind Him To A Master, Or Ascribe Him To The Soil.

The Rugged Trees Are Mingling Their Flowery Sprays In Love; The Ivy Climbs The Laurel To Clasp The Boughs Above.

Still Sweet With Blossoms Is The Year's Fresh Prime.

And Kind The Voice And Glad The Eyes That Welcome My Return At Night.