Rome ... Seems To Me The Place

Modesty Is A Diamond Setting To Female Beauty.

What Shall I Do With All The Days And Hours That Must Be Counted Ere I See Thy Face? How Shall I Charm The Interval That Lowers Between This Time And That Sweet Time Of Grace?

The Southern Newspapers, With Their Advertisements Of Negro Sales And Personal Descriptions Of Fugitive Slaves, Supply Details Of Misery That It Would Be Difficult For Imagination To Exceed. Scorn, Derision, Insult, Menace - The Handcuff, The Last - The Tearing Away Of Children From Parents, Of Husbands From Wives - The Weary Trudging In Droves Along The Common Highways, The Labor Of Body, The Despair Of Mind, The Sickness Of Heart - These Are The Realities Which Belong To The System, And Form The Rule, Rather That The Exception, In The Slave's Experience.

[on Disagreeing With Her Husband About His Slave-holding:] I Cannot Give My Conscience Into The Keeping Of Another Human Being Or Submit The Actions Dictated By My Conscience To Their Will.

The Spring Is Already Here With Her Hands Full Of Flowers.