How Beautiful The Silent Hour, When Morning

How Can I Teach Your Children Gentleness And Mercy To The Weak, And Reverence For Life, Which In Its Nakedness And Excess, Is Still A Gleam Of God's Omnipotence, When By Your Laws, Your Actions And Your Speech, You Contradict The Very Things I Teach?

Oh, How Short Are The Days! How Soon The Night Overtakes Us!

Happy Art Thou, As If Every Day Thou Hadst Picked Up A Horseshoe.

As To The Pure Mind All Things Are Pure, So To The Poetic Mind All Things Are Poetical.

The Heights By Great Men Reached And Kept Were Not Attained By Sudden Flight, But They, While Their Companions Slept, Were Toiling Upward In The Night.