My Book And Heart Shall Never Part.

Torrent Of Light And River Of Air, Along Whose Bed The Glimmering Stars Are Seen, Like Gold And Silver Sands In Some Ravine Where Mountain Streams Have Left Their Channels Bare!

No Endeavour Is In Vain; Its Reward Is In The Doing.

Many Readers Judge Of The Power Of A Book By The Shock It Gives Their Feelings.

Down Sank The Great Red Sun, And In Golden, Glimmering Vapors Veiled The Light Of His Face, Like The Prophet Descending From Sinai.

Listen My Children And You Shall Hear, Of The Midnight Ride Of Paul Revere