LUE eye-bright! loveliest flower of all that grows 
In flower-loved England ! Flower whose hedge-side 
Is like an infant’s! What heart doth not know 
Thee, clustered smiler of the bank ! 
E. Elliott. 
JETWEEN two worlds, life hovers like a star 
’Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon’s verge. 
How little do we know that which we are ! 
How little what we may be! The eternal surge 
Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar 
Our bubbles. 
Byron. 
He most lives 
Who tmnks most — feels the noblest—acts the best. 
Life’s but a means unto an end—that end, 
4 Beginning, mean, and end of all things — God. 
E. J. Bailey. 
Life s helm rocks to the windward and lee, 
And time is as wind, and as the waves are we ; 
And song is as foam that the sea-winds fret. 
Though the thought at its heart should be deep as the sea. 
Swinburne. 
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