Some Poetry Excerpts
"God pity them both! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall. For of all the sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: ‘It might have been.’ Maud Miller by John Greenleaf Whittier "Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced or cried aloud. Under the bludgeoning…
