And In Life's Noisiest Hour,

The Misery Of Human Life Is Made Up Of Large Masses, Each Separated From The Other By Certain Intervals. One Year The Death Of A Child; Years After, A Failure In Trade; After Another Longer Or Shorter Interval, A Daughter May Have Married Unhappily; In All But The Singularly Unfortunate, The Integral Parts That Compose The Sum-total Of The Unhappiness Of A Man's Life Are Easily Counted And Distinctly Remembered.

A Wild Rose Roofs The Ruined Shed, And That And Summer Well Agree.

God! Sing, Ye Meadow-streams, With Gladsome Voice! Ye Pine-groves, With Your Soft And Soul-like Sounds! And They Too Have A Voice, You Piles Of Snow, And In Their Perilous Fall Shall Thunder, God!

When A Man Mistakes His Thoughts For Persons And Things, He Is Mad.

As It Must Not, So Genius Cannot Be Lawless; For It Is Even That Constitutes Its Genius - The Power Of Acting Creatively Under Laws Of Its Own Origination.