Man Is Unjust, But God Is Just;

A Boy's Will Is The Wind's Will, And The Thought's Of Youth Are Long, Long Thoughhts

The Grave Itself Is But A Covered Bridge, Leading From Light To Light, Through A Brief Darkness!

It Is A Beautiful Trait In The Lover's Character, That They Think No Evil Of The Object Loved.

Sweet Is The Air With The Budding Haws, And The Valley Stretching For Miles Below Is White With Blossoming Cherry-trees, As If Just Covered With Lighted Snow.

Every Great Poem Is In Itself Limited By Necessity, But In Its Suggestions Unlimited And Infinite.