He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small. --Page 57. The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man's the gowd for a' that! --Page 149. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung. --Page 151. Still stands Thine ancient Sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget--lest we forget! --Page 164. The remarkably adult yet innocent expression of their open and serene eyes is very memorable. All intelligence seems reflected in them. They suggest not merely the purity of infancy, but a wisdom clarified by experience. Such an eye was not born when the bird was, but is coeval with the sky it reflects. The woods do not yield such another gem. --Page 263. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass. --Page 278. Imagine a stream seventy yards broad divided by a pebbly island, running over seductive riffles and swirling into deep, quiet pools where the good salmon goes to smoke his pipe after his meals. --Page 287. I once had a sparrow alight on my shoulder for a moment while I was hoeing in a village garden, and I felt that I was more distinguished by that circumstance than I should have been by any epaulet I could have worn. --Page 299. And while in life's late afternoon Where cool and long the shadows grow, I walk to meet the night that soon Shall shape and darkness overflow, I cannot feel that thou art far, Since near at hand the angels are; And when the sunset gates unbar, Shall I not see thee waiting stand, And, white against the evening star, The welcome of thy beckoning hand? --Page 389. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright. --Page 397. (Volume VIII) Go tell the Spartans, thou that passeth by, That here, obedient to their laws, we lie. --Page 90. Thermopylae had her messenger of defeat: The Alamo had none. --Page 152. England expects every man to do his duty. --Page 297. An' Oh! be sure to fear the Lord alway! An' mind your duty, duly, morn and night! --Page 322. They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright. --Page 322. The best acid is assiduity. --Page 332. (Volume IX)