Great Men Stand Like Solitary

Shepherds At The Grange, Where The Babe Was Born, Sang With Many A Change, Christmas Carols Until Morn.

For 'tis Sweet To Stammer One Letter Of The Eternal's Language; - On Earth It Is Called Forgiveness!

Every Dew-drop And Rain-drop Had A Whole Heaven Within It.

And In The Wreck Of Noble Lives Something Immortal Still Survives.

I Know Not How It Is, But During A Voyage I Collect Books As A Ship Does Barnacles.