But Stories Somehow Lengthen When Begun.

The Dome Of Thought, The Palace Of The Soul.

The Law Of Heaven And Earth Is Life For Life.

Cervantes Smiled Spain's Chivalry Away; A Single Laugh Demolish'd The Right Arm Of His Own Country.

My Heart In Passion, And My Head On Rhymes.

From The Mingled Strength Of Shade And Light A New Creation Rises To My Sight, Such Heav'nly Figures From His Pencil Flow, So Warm With Light His Blended Colors Glow. . . . . The Glowing Portraits, Fresh From Life, That Bring Home To Our Hearts The Truth From Which They Spring.