Particular Lies May Speak A General Truth.

How Unspeakably The Lengthening Of Memories In Common Endears Our Old Friends!

There Is No Killing The Suspicion That Deceit Has Once Begotten.

Mysterious Haunts Of Echoes Old And Far, The Voice Divine Of Human Loyalty.

There Was No Gleam, No Shadow, For The Heavens, Too, Were One Still, Pale Cloud; No Sound Or Motion In Anything But The Dark River That Flowed And Moaned Like An Unresting Sorrow.

Mighty Is The Force Of Motherhood! It Transforms All Things By Its Vital Heat.