Standing, With Reluctant Feet, Where The Brook

Let Us Be Merciful As Well As Just.

All Was Ended Now, The Hope, And The Fear And The Sorrow, All The Aching Of The Heart, The Restless, Unsatisfied Longing, All The Dull, Deep Pain, And Constant Anguish Of Patience!

The Natural Alone Is Permanent. Fantastic Idols May Be Worshipped For A While; But At Length They Are Overturned By The Continual And Silent Progress Of Truth, As The Grim Statues Of Copan Have Been Pushed From Their Pedestals By The Growth Of Forest-trees, Whose Seeds Were Sown By The Wind In The Ruined Walls.

One Half The World Must Sweat And Groan That The Other Half May Dream.

People Of A Lively Imagination Are Generally Curious, And Always So When A Little In Love.