Nature Is A Revelation Of

Our Hearts Are Lamps For Ever Burning.

The Morrow Was A Bright September Morn; The Earth Was Beautiful As If Newborn; There Was Nameless Splendor Everywhere, That Wild Exhilaration In The Air, Which Makes The Passers In The City Street Congratulate Each Other As They Meet.

Sail On, O Ship Of State! Sail On, O Union, Strong And Great.

I Cannot Believe Any Man Can Be Perfectly Well In Body, Who Has Much Labor Of The Mind To Perform.

I Stay A Little Longer, As One Stays, To Cover Up The Embers That Still Burn.