There is no light in earth or heaven / But the cold light of stars; / And the first watch of night is given / To the red planet Mars.

So Nature deals with us, and takes away / Our playthings one by one, and by the hand / Leads us to rest so gently, that we go.

Our hearts are lamps forever burning..

My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea.

The rocky ledge runs far into the sea, / And on its outer point, some miles away, / The Lighthouse lifts its massive masonry, / A pillar of fire by night, of cloud by day.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not and oftentimes we call a man cold when he is only sad.

Tis always morning somewhere, and above. The awakening continents, from shore to shore, Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.

Softly the evening came with the sunset.

This memorial had not the effect of procuring them redress, and they were left to undergo their punishment in exile, and to mingle with the population among whom they were distributed, with the hope that in time their language, predictions, and even the recollection of their origin, would be lost amidst the mass of English people with whom they were incorporated.

Trouble is the next best thing to enjoyment. There is no fate in the world so horrible as to have no share in either its joys or sorrows.