I'm as pure as the driven slush.

I'm as pure as the driven slush.

Our Lady of the Snows.
[Lat., Notre Dames des Neiges.]

Our Lady of the Snows.
[Lat., Notre Dames des Neiges.]

What will the stream become in its lengthened course, if it be so
turpid as its source?
[It., read more

What will the stream become in its lengthened course, if it be so
turpid as its source?
[It., Qual diverra quel fiume,
Nel lungo suo cammino,
Se al fonte ancor vicino
E torbido cosi?]

Purity is the feminine, truth the masculine of honor.

Purity is the feminine, truth the masculine of honor.

The sick do not ask if the hand that smoothes their pillow is pure, nor the dying care if the read more

The sick do not ask if the hand that smoothes their pillow is pure, nor the dying care if the lips that touch their brow have known the kiss of sin.

Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure.

Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure.

Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the read more

Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.

Means we use must be as pure as the ends we seek.

Means we use must be as pure as the ends we seek.

Come, see the north-wind's masonry,
Out of an unseen quarry evermore
Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer
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Come, see the north-wind's masonry,
Out of an unseen quarry evermore
Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer
Curves his white bastions with projected roof
Round every windward stake, or tree, or door.
Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work
So fanciful, so savage, naught cares he
For number or proportion.