But He That Dares Not Grasp The

She Left Me, Offended At My Want Of Sympathy, And Thinking, No Doubt, That I Envied Her. I Did Not - At Least, I Firmly Believed I Did Not.

There Is Perfect Love In Heaven!

You Cannot Expect Stone To Be As Pliable As Clay.

What A Fool You Must Be," Said My Head To My Heart, Or My Sterner To My Softer Self.

To Regret The Exchange Of Earthly Pleasures For The Joys Of Heaven, Is As If The Grovelling Caterpillar Should Lament That It Must One Day Quit The Nibbled Leaf To Soar Aloft And Flutter Through The Air, Roving At Will From Flower To Flower, Sipping Sweet Honey From Their Cups, Or Basking In Their Sunny Petals.