I Don't Own An Inch Of Land,

These Blossoms, Gathered In Familiar Paths, With Dear Companions Now Passed Out Of Sight, Shall Not Be Laid Upon Their Graves. They Live, Since Love Is Deathless. Pleasure Now Nor Pride Is Theirs In Mortal Wise, But Hallowing Thoughts Will Meet The Offering, Of So Little Worth, Wanting The Benison Death Has Made Divine.

The Whole World Of Thought Lay Unexplored Before Me, - A World Of Which I Had Already Caught Large And Tempting Glimpses.

In The Older Times It Was Seldom Said To Little Girls, As It Always Has Been Said To Boys, That They Ought To Have Some Definite Plan, While They Were Children, What To Be And Do When They Were Grown Up. There Was Usually But One Path Open Before Them, To Become Good Wives And Housekeepers. And The Ambition Of Most Girls Was To Follow Their Mothers' Footsteps In This Direction; A Natural And Laudable Ambition. But Girls, As Well As Boys, Must Often Have Been Conscious Of Their Own Peculiar Capabilities,--must Have Desired To Cultivate And Make Use Of Their Individual Powers.

I Am Willing To Make Any Part Of My Life Public, If It Will Help Others.

Rich Or Poor, Every Child Comes Into The World With Some Imperative Need Of Its Own, Which Shapes Its Individuality.