The Stiff Rails Were Softened To Swan's-down,

All Thoughts That Mold The Age Begin Deep Down Within The Primitive Soul.

Thank God Every Morning When You Get Up That You Have Something To Do That Day, Which Must Be Done, Whether You Like It Or Not.

Through Aisles Of Long-drawn Centuries My Spirit Walks In Thought.

Most Men Make The Voyage Of Life As If They Carried Sealed Orders Which They Were Not To Open Till They Were Fairly In Mid-ocean.

Let Us Be Thankful That There Is No Court By Which We Can Be Excluded From Our Share In The Inheritance Of The Great Poets Of All Ages And Countries, To Which Our Simple Humanity Entitles Us.