“Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.”

“I have you fast in my fortress,And will not let you depart,But put you down into the dungeon,In the round-tower of my heart,And there will I keep you forever,Yes, forever and a day,Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,And moulder in the dust away!”

“Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;Thy fate is the common fate of all,Into each life some rain must fall”

“Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.”

“Still stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping.Under the humble walls of the little catholic churchyard,In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed;Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them,Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever,Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are busy,Thousands of toiling hands, where theirs have ceased from their labors,Thousands of weary feet, where theirs have completed their journey!”

“And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day,Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,and silently steal away.”

“Ah! What would the world be to usIf the children were no more?We should dread the desert behind usWorse than the dark before.”