There's no place like home! there's no place like home! John Stoward Fayne . / The shine is lined with anchored Slisch, [HELEN HUNT JACKSON.] God's love, unchanging, pure, and true, The Paraclete white-shining through With such a prayer, on this sweet day, JOHN GREENLeaf Whittier. EARLY FRIENDSHIP. THE half-seen memories of childish days, FRIENDSHIP. AUBREY De Vere. FROM "HAMLET," ACT III. SC. 2. HAM. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man As e'er my conversation coped withal. HOR. O my dear lord – HAM. Nay, do not think I flatter For what advancement may I hope from thee That no revenue hast but thy good spirits, To feed and clothe thee? Why should the poor be flattered? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear? 112 The world uncertain comes and goes, The lover rooted stays. I fancied he was fled, And, after many a year, Glowed unexhausted kindliness, Like daily sunrise there. My careful heart was free again; O friend, my bosom said, Through thee alone the sky is arched, All things through thee take nobler form, And look beyond the earth; The mill-round of our fate appears A sun-path in thy worth. Me too thy nobleness has taught To master my despair; The fountains of my hidden life RALPH WALDO EMERSON. THE MEMORY OF THE HEART. IF stores of dry and learned lore we gain, edge call, There is the common ledger for them all; Nor lose their lustre till the heart stands still. DANIEL WEBSTER. |