Some Keep The Sabbath Going To Church,

Not One Of All The Purple Host Who Took The Flag To-day Can Tell The Definition So Clear Of Victory, As He, Defeated, Dying, On Whose Forbidden Ear The Distant Strains Of Triumph Break Agonized And Clear.

I Work To Drive The Awe Away, Yet Awe Impels The Work.

Hope Is A Thing With Feathers

Fame Is A Fickle Food Upon A Shifting Plate.

The Revery Alone Will Do If Bees Are Few.