Quotes from William C. Bryant

The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love; The ivy climbs the laurel To clasp the boughs above.

But 'neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame.

All things that are on earth shall wholly pass away, Except the love of God, which shall live and last for aye.

Truth crushed to the earth will rise again!

Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,- The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes with pain, And dies among his worshippers.

Look on this beautiful world, and read the truth in her fair page.

Error's monstrous shapes from earth are driven They fade, they fly--but truth survives the flight.

It is said to be the manner of hypochondriacs to change often their physician.

The birch-bark canoe of the savage seems to me one of the most beautiful and perfect things of the kind constructed by human art.

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.