Nathaniel Parker Willis

It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses, When pleasant sights salute the eyes, And pleasant scents the noses.

The value of life deepens incalculably with the privileges of travel.

But the sin forgiven by Christ in Heaven By man is cursed alway!

Let us weep in our darkness—but weep not for him! Not for him—who, departing, leaves millions in tears! Not for him—who has died full of honor and years! Not for him—who ascended Fame’s ladder so high From the round at the top he has …

For it stirs the blood in an old man’s heart, And makes his pulses fly, To catch the thrill of a happy voice, And the light of a pleasant eye.

They are all up—the innumerable stars— And hold their place in heaven. […] There they stand, Shining in order, like a living hymn Written in light, awaking at the breath Of the celestial dawn, and praising Him

One lamp—thy mother's love—amid the stars Shall lift its pure flame changeless, and, before The throne of God burn through eternity— Holy—as it was lit and lent thee here.

At present there is no distinction among the upper ten thousand of the city.

He who binds His soul to knowledge steals the key of heaven.

Wisdom sits alone Topmost in Heaven.

If there is any thing that keeps the mind Open to angel visits, and repels The ministry of ill—tis human love.