Midnight! The Outpost Of Advancing

The Bells Themselves Are The Best Of Preachers, Their Brazen Lips Are Learned Teachers, From Their Pulpits Of Stone, In The Upper Air, Sounding Aloft, Without Crack Or Flaw, Shriller Than Trumpets Under The Law, Now A Sermon And Now A Prayer.

The Heart, Like The Mind, Has A Memory. And In It Are Kept The Most Precious Keepsakes.

The Nearer The Dawn The Darker The Night.

My Soul Is Full Of Longing For The Secret Of The Sea

The Lowest Ebb Is The Turn Of The Tide.