Then Stars Arise, And The Night Is

If Spring Came But Once A Century Instead Of Once A Year, Or Burst Forth With The Sound Of An Earthquake And Not In Silence, What Wonder And Expectation There Would Be In All The Hearts To Behold The Miraculous Change.

Many Readers Judge Of The Power Of A Book By The Shock It Gives Their Feelings.

And The Wind Plays On Those Great Sonorous Harps, The Shrouds And Masts Of Ships.

My Soul Is Full Of Longing For The Secret Of The Sea

Yes, We Must Ever Be Friends; And Of All Who Offer You Friendship Let Me Be Ever The First, The Truest, The Nearest And Dearest.