All's over, then; does truth sound bitter / As one at first believes? / Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter / About your cottage eaves!

Lied is a rough phrase; say he fell from truth

There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness;....and, to know, rather consists in opening out a way where the imprisoned splendor may escape, then in effecting entry for a light supposed to be without.

All men on whom the Higher Nature has stamped the Love of Truth, should especially concern themselves in laboring for posterity, in order that future generations may be enriched by their efforts, as they themselves were made rich by the efforts of ge

When it draws near to witching time of night.

I have been one acquainted with the night.