O Mariner-soul, Thy Quest Is But Begun,

There Is Something In The Place Where We Were Born That Holds Us Always By The Heart-strings.

When April Steps Aside For May, Like Diamonds All The Rain-drops Glisten; Fresh Violets Open Every Day: To Some New Bird Each Hour We Listen.

Tailor's Work--the Finishing Of Men's Outside Garments--was The "trade" Learned Most Frequently By Women In [the 1820s And 1830s],and One Or More Of My Older Sisters Worked At It; I Think It Must Have Been At Home, For I Somehow Or Somewhere Got The Idea, While I Was A Small Child, That The Chief End Of Woman Was To Make Clothing For Mankind.

Canst Thou Prophesy, Thou Little Tree, What The Glory Of Thy Boughs Shall Be?

Life Hangs As Nothing In The Scale Against Dear Liberty!