I Am Waylaid By Beauty.

Not Truth, But Faith It Is That Keeps The World Alive.

Martyred Many Times Must Be Who Would Keep His Country Free.

This Book, When I Am Dead, Will Be A Little Faint Perfume Of Me. People Who Knew Me Well Will Say, She Really Used To Think That Way.

Lord, I Do Fear Thou'st Made The World Too Beautiful This Year My Soul Is All But Out Of Me-let Fall No Burning Leaf; Prithee, Let No Bird Call.

I Am Waylaid By Beauty.