Friends of my youth, a last adieu! haply some day we meet again; Yet ne'er the self-same men shall meet; the years shall make us other men.

The Translator has ventured to entitle a 'Lay of the Higher Law' the following composition, which aims at being in advance of its time; and he has not feared t…

Hardly we find the path of love, to sink the self, forget the 'I,' When sad suspicion grips the heart, when Man, the Man begins to die:

The more I study religions the more I am convinced that man never worshipped anything but himself.