The Natural Alone Is Permanent.

Music Is The Language Spoken By Angels.

An Enlightened Mind Is Not Hoodwinked; It Is Not Shut Up In A Gloomy Prison Till It Thinks The Walls Of Its Dungeon The Limits Of The Universe, And The Reach Of Its Own Chain The Outer Verge Of Intelligence.

Tomorrow Is The Mysterious, Unknown Guest.

The Wreck Of The Hesperus But The Father Answered Never A Word, A Frozen Corpse Was He.

Sail On, O Ship Of State! Sail On, O Union, Strong And Great.