The World Is God's World, After All.

A Fine Lady; By Which Term I Wish To Express The Result Of That Perfect Education In Taste And Manner, Down To Every Gesture, Which Heaven Forbid That I, Professing To Be A Poet, Should Undervalue. It Is Beautiful, And Therefore I Welcome It In The Name Of The Author Of All Beauty. I Value It So Highly That I Would Fain See It Extend Not Merely From Belgravia To The Tradesman's Villa, But Thence, As I Believe It One Day Will, To The Laborer's Hovel And The Needlewoman's Garret.

You Must Not Say That This Cannot Be, Or That That Is Contrary To Nature. You Do Not Know What Nature Is, Or What She Can Do; And Nobody Knows; Not Even Sir Roderick Murchison, Or Professor Huxley, Or Mr. Darwin, Or Professor Faraday, Or Mr. Grove, Or Any Other Of The Great Men Whom Good Boys Are Taught To Respect. They Are Very Wise Men; And You Must Listen Respectfully To All They Say: But Even If They Should Say, Which I Am Sure They Never Would, 'that Cannot Exist. That Is Contrary To Nature,' You Must Wait A Little, And See; For Perhaps Even They May Be Wrong.

There Is A Great Deal Of Human Nature In Man.

In The Light Of Fuller Day, Of Purer Science, Holier Laws.

O Mary, Go And Call The Cattle Home, And Call The Cattle Home, And Call The Cattle Home, Across The Sands O' Dee!