"Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate!"

"And in the wreck of noble lives Something immortal still survives."

"Sail forth into the sea of life, O gentle, loving, trusting wife, And safe from all adversity Upon the bosom of that sea Thy comings and thy goings be! For gentleness and love and trust Prevail o'er angry wave and gust; And in the wreck of noble lives Something immortal still survives."

"And see! she stirs! She starts,—she moves,—she seems to feel The thrill of life along her keel, And, spurning with her foot the ground, With one exulting, joyous bound, She leaps into the ocean's arms!"

"For his heart was in his work, and the heart Giveth grace unto every Art."

"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!"

"Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives whom we call dead."

"There is no Death! What seems so is transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death."

"What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps."

"But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise."

"The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead."

"There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair!"

"My soul is full of longing For the secret of the Sea, And the heart of the great ocean Sends a thrilling pulse through me."

"O holy trust! O endless sense of rest! Like the beloved John To lay his head upon the Saviour's breast, And thus to journey on!"

"But the great Master said, "I see No best in kind, but in degree; I gave a various gift to each, To charm, to strengthen, and to teach."

"God sent his Singers upon earth With songs of sadness and of mirth, That they might touch the hearts of men, And bring them back to heaven again."

"In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the gods see everywhere."

"Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest."

"All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time."

"Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee."

"Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think."

"I am more afraid of deserving criticism than of receiving it. I stand in awe of my own opinion. The secret demerits of which we alone, perhaps, are conscious, are often more difficult to bear than those which have been publicly censured in us, and thus in some degree atoned for."

"Ah, how wonderful is the advent of spring! — the great annual miracle of the blossoming of Aaron's rod, repeated on myriads and myriads of branches! — the gentle progression and growth of herbs, flowers, trees, — gentle and yet irrepressible, — which no force can stay, no violence restrain, like love, that wins its way and cannot be withstood by any human power, because itself is divine power. If spring came but once in a century, instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake, and not in silence, what wonder and expectation there would be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change! But now the silent succession suggests nothing but necessity. To most men only the cessation of the miracle would be miraculous and the perpetual exercise of God's power seems less wonderful than its withdrawal would be."

"We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done."

"And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever."

"Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike."

"Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment; That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain."