"What means this glory round our feet, " The Magi mused, "more bright than morn! " And voices chanted clear and sweet, "To-day the Prince of Peace is born. "

A beggar through the world am I, From place to place I wander by. Fill up my pilgrim's scrip for me, For Christ's sweet sake and charity.

A crime in which many are implicated goes unpunished.

A great man is made up of qualities that meet or make great occasions.

A poet must need be before his own age, to be even with posterity.

A sneer is the weapon of the weak.

A woman's love Is mighty, but a mother's heart is weak, And by its weakness overcomes.

All the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.

An angel stood and met my gaze, Through the low doorway of my tent; The tent is struck, the vision stays; I only know she came and went.

An appeal to the reason of the people has never been known to fail in the long run.