d make them newly, being what she was.
2092
GEORGE ELIOT: _The Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. ii.

Till we are built like angels, with hammer, and chisel, and pen,
We will work for ourselves and a woman, for ever and ever, Amen.
2093
RUDYARD KIPLING: _An Imperial Rescript._

=Wonder.=

A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
2094
BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 2.

=Woodland.=

Yon woodland, like a human mind,
Has many a phase of dark and light;
Now dim with shadows wandering blind,
Now radiant with fair shapes of light.
2095
PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE: _The Woodland._

=Woodman.=

Woodman, spare that tree!
Touch not a single bough!
In youth it sheltered me,
And I'll protect it now.
2096
GEORGE P. MORRIS: _Woodman, Spare that Tree._

=Woods.=

Fresh gales and gentle airs
Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings
Flung rose, flung odors from the spicy shrub.
2097
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. viii., Line 508.

=Words.=

'Tis well said again,
And 'tis a kind of good deed to say well:
And yet words are no deeds.
2098
SHAKS.: _Henry VIII.,_ Act iii., Sc. 2.

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:
Words without thoughts, never to heaven go.
2099
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act iii., Sc. 3.

Apt words have power to 'suage
The tumors of a troubled mind;
And are as balm to fester'd wounds.
2100
MILTON: _Samson Agonistes,_ Line 184.

Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.
2101
GEORGE ELIOT: _Spanish Gypsy,_ Bk. iii.

Words, however, are things.
2102
OWEN MEREDITH: _Lucile,_ Pt. i., Canto ii., St. 6.

=Wordsworth.=

Time may restore us in his course
Goethe's sage mind and Byron's force;
But where will Europe's latter hour
Again find Wordsworth's healing power?
2103
MATTHEW ARNOLD: _Memorial Verses._

=Work.=

Free men freely work:
Whoever fears God, fears to sit at ease.
2104
MRS. BROWNING: _Aurora Leigh,_ Bk. viii., Line 752.

Men must work, and women must weep.
2105
CHARLES KINGSLEY: _The Three Fishers._

=World.=

Why, then, the world's mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.
2106
SHAKS.: _Mer. W. of W.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

You have too much respect upon the world:
They lose it that do buy it with much care.
2107
SHAKS.: _M. of Venice,_ Act i., Sc. 1.

Fast by hanging in a golden chain,
This pendent world, in bigness as a star.
2108
MILTON: _Par. Lost,_ Bk. ii., Line 1051.

This world is all a