Talk Not Of Wasted Affection - Affection

I Know Not How It Is, But During A Voyage I Collect Books As A Ship Does Barnacles.

A Great Sorrow, Like A Mariner's Quadrant, Brings The Sun At Noon Down To The Horizon, And We Learn Where We Are On The Sea Of Life.

Love Contending With Friendship, And Self With Each Generous Impulse. To And Fro In His Breast His Thoughts Were Heaving And Dashing, As In A Foundering Ship.

God Sifted A Whole Nation That He Might Send Choice Grain Over Into This Wilderness.

Not Enjoyment, And Not Sorrow, Is Our Destined End Or Way; But To Act, That Each Tomorrow Find Us Farther Than Today.