The Candid Incline To Surmise

A Whole I Planned, Youth Shows But Half; Trust God: See All, Nor Be Afraid!

O Woman-country! Wooed Not Wed, Loved All The More By Earth's Male-lands, Laid To Their Hearts Instead.

O Never Star Was Lost; Here We All Aspire To Heaven And There Is Heaven Above Us. If I Stoop Into A Dark Tremendous Sea Of Cloud, It Is But For A Time; I Press God's Lamp Close To My Breast; Its Splendor Soon Or Late Will Pierce The Gloom. I Shall Emerge Some Day.

One Wise Man's Verdict Outweighs All The Fools'.

Believeth With The Life, The Pain Shall Stop.