Ah, The Souls Of Those

Through Woods And Mountain Passes The Winds, Like Anthems, Roll.

The Happy Should Not Insist Too Much Upon Their Happiness In The Presence Of The Unhappy.

Softly The Evening Came. The Sun From The Western Horizon Like A Magician Extended His Golden Want O'er The Landscape; Trinkling Vapors Arose; And Sky And Water And Forest Seemed All On Fire At The Touch, And Melted And Mingled Together.

Happy Art Thou, As If Every Day Thou Hadst Picked Up A Horseshoe.

All Your Strength In Is Your Union. All Your Danger Is In Discord. Therefore Be At Peace Henceforward, And As Brothers Live Together.