Your Voices Break And Falter In The

One Big Vice In A Man Is Apt To Keep Out A Great Many Smaller Ones.

The Delicate Thought, That Cannot Find Expression, For Ruder Speech Too Fair, That, Like Thy Petals, Trembles In Possession, And Scatters On The Air.

The Dominant Expression Of A Child Is Gravity.

Hark! I Hear The Tramp Of Thousands, And Of Armèd Men The Hum; Lo, A Nation's Hosts Have Gathered Round The Quick Alarming Drum Saying, Come, Freemen, Come! Ere Your Heritage Be Wasted, Said The Quick Alarming Drum.

Nobody Shoulders A Rifle In Defense Of A Boarding House.