Truth Outlives Pain, As The Soul Does

Whatever's Lost, It First Was Won.

Experience, Like A Pale Musician, Holds A Dulcimer Of Patience In His Hand.

My Future Will Not Copy My Fair Past, I Wrote That Once. And, Thinking At My Side My Ministering Life-angel Justified The Word By His Appealing Look Upcast To The White Throne Of God.

An Ignorance Of Means May Minister To Greatness, But An Ignorance Of Aims Make It Impossible To Be Great At All.

O Death, O Beyond, Thou Art Sweet, Thou Art Strange!