The One Great Poem Of New England

That Endless Book, The Newspaper, Is Our National Glory.

In A Great Affliction There Is No Light Either In The Stars Or In The Sun; For When The Inward Light Is Fed With Fragrant Oil; There Can Be No Darkness Though The Sun Should Go Out. But When, Like A Sacred Lamp In The Temple, The Inward Light Is Quenched, There Is No Light Outwardly, Though A Thousand Suns Should Preside In The Heavens.

Our Earthly Loves Are But So Many Silver Steps Leading Us Up To The Great Golden Love Of God.

It Is Not In The Nature Of True Greatness To Be Exclusive And Arrogant.

He Is Greatest Whose Strength Carries Up The Most Hearts By The Attraction Of His Own.