And Life 's Enchanted Cup But Sparkles

Letter Writing Is The Only Device Combining Solitude With Good Company.

And If I Laugh At Any Mortal Thing, 'tis That I May Not Weep.

And Doubt And Discord Step 'twixt Thine And Thee.

It Is Not One Man Nor A Million, But The Spirit Of Liberty That Must Be Preserved. The Waves Which Dash Upon The Shore Are, One By One, Broken, But The Ocean Conquers Nevertheless. It Overwhelms The Armada, It Wears Out The Rock. In Like Manner, Whatever The Struggle Of Individuals, The Great Cause Will Gather Strength.

Are Not The Mountains, Waves, And Skies As Much A Part Of Me, As I Of Them?