Love Gives Itself; It Is

The Lowest Ebb Is The Turn Of The Tide.

Stay, Stay At Home, My Heart And Rest; Home-keeping Hearts Are Happiest.

Thus Thought I, As By Night I Read Of The Great Army Of The Dead, The Trenches Cold And Damp, The Starved And Frozen Camp,-- The Wounded From The Battle-plain, In Dreary Hospitals Of Pain, The Cheerless Corridors, The Cold And Stony Floors. Lo! In That House Of Misery A Lady With A Lamp I See Pass Through The Glimmering Gloom And Flit From Room To Room. And Slow, As In A Dream Of Bliss, The Speechless Sufferer Turns To Kiss Her Shadow, As It Falls Upon The Darkening Walls.

Perseverance Is A Great Element Of Success.

Fortune Comes Well To All That Comes Not Late.