Rome ... Seems To Me The Place

The Master's Irresponsible Power Has No Such Bound.

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?

I Have Been Out Again On The River, Rowing. I Find Nothing New.

Maids Must Be Wives, And Mothers, To Fulfil Th' Entire And Holiest End Of Woman's Being.

I Have Been Taking My Daily Walk Round The Island, And Visited The Sugar Mill And The Threshing Mill Again.