A Certain Portion Of The Human Race

Oh, If It Be To Choose And Call Thee Mine, Love, Thou Art Every Day My Valentine!

For Man May Pious Texts Repeat, And Yet Religion Have No Inward Seat

Tis Like The Birthday Of The World, When Earth Was Born In Bloom; The Light Is Made Of Many Dyes, The Air Is All Perfume: There's Crimson Buds, And White And Blue, The Very Rainbow Showers Have Turned To Blossoms Where They Fell, And Sown The Earth With Flowers.

We Watch'd Her Breathing Through The Night, Her Breathing Soft And Low, As In Her Breast The Wave Of Life Kept Heaving To And Fro.

When Was Ever Honey Made With One Bee In A Hive?