Eliza Cook

Who would not rather trust and be deceived?

How cruelly sweet are the echoes that start, When memory plays an old tune on the heart.

Though language forms the preacher, 'Tis good works make the man.

It took me realizing that a broken heart has never actually killed anyone to find the courage to ask for what I want, in just about every situation. That was part of my own growing up.

It took me realizing that a broken heart has never actually killed anyone to find the courage to ask for what I want, in just about every situation. That was part of my own growing up.

I tread in the footsteps of illustrious men... in receiving from the people the sacred trust confided to my illustrious predecessor.