“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!”

“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.”

“The windows of my soul I throwWide open to the sun.”

“Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.”

“Nothing before, nothing behind;The steps of faithFall on the seeming void, and findThe Rock beneath.”

“And sweet and far as from a star, replied a voice which shall not cease, till drowning all the noise of war, it sings the blessed song of peace”

“No longer forward or behindI look in hope or fear,But grateful, take the good I find,The best of now and here.”