All Things Are Symbols.

I Love Thee, As The Good Love Heaven.

A Word That Has Been Said May Be Unsaid-it Is But Air. But When A Deed Is Done, It Cannot Be Undone, Nor Can Our Thoughts Reach Out To All The Mischiefs That May Follow.

And All The Air Is Filled With Pleasant Noise Of Waters

Labor With What Zeal We Will, Something Still Remains Undone, Something Uncompleted Still Waits The Rising Of The Sun.

As Turning The Logs Will Make A Dull Fire Burn, So Change Of Studies A Dull Brain.