Honest People Don't Hide Their Deeds.

I Ran To The Children's Room: Their Door Was Ajar, I Saw They Had Never Laid Down, Though It Was Past Midnight; But They Were Calmer, And Did Not Need Me To Console Them. The Little Souls Were Comforting Each Other With Better Thoughts Than I Could Have Hit On: No Parson In The World Ever Pictured Heaven So Beautifully As They Did, In Their Innocent Talk; And, While I Sobbed, And Listened. I Could Not Help Wishing We Were All There Safe Together.

Though Earth And Man Were Gone, And Suns And Universes Ceased To Be, And Thou Wert Left Alone, Every Existence Would Exist In Thee.

Love Is Like The Wild Rose-briar; Friendship Like The Holly-tree. The Holly Is Dark When The Rose-briar Blooms, But Which Will Bloom Most Constantly?

Oh, I'm Burning! I Wish I Were Out Of Doors! I Wish I Were A Girl Again, Half Savage And Hardy, And Free... And Laughing At Injuries, Not Maddening Under Them! Why Am I So Changed?

Are You Acquainted With The Mood Of Mind In Which, If You Were Seated Alone, And The Cat Licking Its Kitten On The Rug Before You, You Would Watch The Operation So Intently That Puss's Neglect Of One Ear Would Put You Seriously Out Of Temper?