Night Brings Out Stars As Sorrow Shows

See The Gold Sunshine Patching, And Streaming And Streaking Across The Gray-green Oaks; And Catching, By Its Soft Brown Beard, The Moss.

Fulfill Thy Fate! Be-do-bear-and Thank God.

It Is Much Less What We Do Than What We Think, Which Fits Us For The Future.

He Hath No Power That Hath Not Power To Use.

Blessings Star Forth Forever; But A Curse Is Like A Cloud, It Passes.