The Heart-sick Faintness Of The Hope Delayed!

Wounds Sustained For The Sake Of Conscience Carry Their Own Balsam With The Blow.

Silence, Maiden; Thy Tongue Outruns Thy Discretion.

Some Feelings Are To Mortals Given With Less Of Earth In Them Than Heaven.

Steady Of Heart And Stout Of Hand.

And Children Know, Instinctive Taught, The Friend And Foe.