I Would Not Creep Along

We Have No Right To Come Forward And Urge Wider Changes For Good, Until We Have Tried To Alter The Evils Which Lie Under Our Own Hands.

All The Learnin' My Father Ever Paid For Was A Bit O' Birch At One End And The Alphabet At Th ' Other.

The Best Part Of A Woman's Love Is Worship; But It Is Hard To Her To Be Sent Away With Her Precious Spikenard Rejected, And Her Long Tresses, Too, That Were Let Fall, Ready To Soothe The Wearied Feet.

The Memory Has As Many Moods As The Temper, And Shifts Its Scenery Like A Diorama.

There Is No Sense Of Ease Like The Ease We Felt In Those Scenes Where We Were Born.