“And still we love the evil causeAnd of the just effect complain;We tread upon life's broken lawsAnd murmur at our self-inflicted pain.”

“So all night long the storm roared on:The morning broke without a sun;In tiny spherule traced with linesOf Nature’s geometric signs,In starry flake, and pellicle,All day the hoary meteor fell;And, when the second morning shone,We looked upon a world unknown,On nothing we could call our own.Around the glistening wonder bentThe blue walls of the firmament,No cloud above, no earth below,—A universe of sky and snow!”

“The continuity of life is never broken; the river flows onward and is lost to our sight, but under its new horizon it carries the same waters which it gathered under ours, and its unseen valleys are made glad by the offerings which are borne down to them from the past,--flowers, perchance, the germs of which its own waves had planted on the banks of Time.”

“Flowers spring to blossom where she walks The careful ways of duty;Our hard, stiff lines of life with her Are flowing curves of beauty.”

“Clothe with life the weak intent,Let me be the thing I meant ...”

“I know not where his islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond his love and care.”

“A little smile, a word of cheer,A bit of love from someone near,A little gift from one held dear,Best wishes for the coming year.These make a merry christmas!”