"I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care."

"Again the shadow moveth o'er The dial-plate of time."

"Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag," she said."

"The windows of my soul I throw Wide open to the sun."

"What is good looking, as Horace Smith remarks, but looking good? Be good, be womanly, be gentle,—generous in your sym…"

"O, brother man! fold to thy heart thy brother; where pity dwells, the peace of God is there."

"Press bravely onward! — not in vain Your generous trust in human kind; The good which bloodshed could not gain Your p…"

"So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore; The glory from his gray hairs gone For evermore!"

"When faith is lost, when honor dies The man is dead!"

"Making their lives a prayer."