All history is but a romance, unless it is studied as an example

American history contains much matter for pride and congratulation, and much matter for regret and humiliation.

This month, for example, we are doing a lot regarding Black History Month.

When day is done, and clouds are low, And flowers are honey-dew, And Hesper's lamp begins to glow Along the western blue; And homeward wing the turtle-doves, Then comes the hour the poet loves.

Nature's first great title--mind.

How like a queen comes forth the lonely Moon From the slow opening curtains of the clouds Walking in beauty to her midnight throne!