I Shall Stick To My Resolution Of

He Is Coming Like The Glory Of The Morning On The Wave, He Is Wisdom To The Mighty, He Is Succour To The Brave, So The World Shall Be His Footstool, And The Soul Of Time His Slave, Our God Is Marching On.

Don't You Think That The Best Things Are Already In View?

Massachusetts Women As A Rule Adhere Too Strongly To Old-time Conventions.

It Has Been Strange To Me To Return To Life And To Feel That I Have Any Sympathy With Human Beings, After The Long Interval Of Quiet And Indifference Which Succeeded My Marriage.

He Has Sounded Forth The Trumpet That Shall Never Call Retreat; He Is Sifting Out The Hearts Of Men Before His Judgment-seat. Oh! Be Swift My Soul To Answer Him, Be Jubilant My Feet! Our God Is Marching On.