Let The Long Contention Cease!

Mind Is A Light Which The Gods Mock Us With, To Lead Those False Who Trust It.

The Eternal Not Ourselves That Makes For Righteousness.

Like Driftwood Spares Which Meet And Pass Upon The Boundless Ocean-plain, So On The Sea Of Life, Alas! Man Nears Man, Meets, And Leaves Again.

Good Poetry Does Undoubtedly Tend To Form The Soul And Character; It Tends To Beget A Love Of Beauty And Of Truth In Alliance Together, It Suggests, However Indirectly, High And Noble Principles Of Action, And It Inspires The Emotion So Helpful In Making Principles Operative.

The Heart Less Bounding At Emotion New, The Hope, Once Crushed, Less Quick To Spring Again.