Shall Earth No More Inspire

No Coward Soul Is Mine, No Trembler In The World's Storm-troubled Sphere.

He’s More Myself Than I Am

It Is For God To Punish Wicked People; We Should Learn To Forgive.

I Ran To The Children's Room: Their Door Was Ajar, I Saw They Had Never Laid Down, Though It Was Past Midnight; But They Were Calmer, And Did Not Need Me To Console Them. The Little Souls Were Comforting Each Other With Better Thoughts Than I Could Have Hit On: No Parson In The World Ever Pictured Heaven So Beautifully As They Did, In Their Innocent Talk; And, While I Sobbed, And Listened. I Could Not Help Wishing We Were All There Safe Together.

I Have Lost The Faculty Of Enjoying Their Destruction, And I Am Too Idle To Destroy For Nothing.