Never give up! it is wiser and better Always to hope, than once to despair.

I am not old,-I cannot be old, Though threescore years and ten Have wasted away, like a tale that is told.

For life, good youth, hath never an ill Which hope cannot scatter, and faith cannot kill; And stubborn realities never shall bind The free-spreading wings of a…

Who can wrestle against Sleep? - Yet is that giant very gentleness.