Eternity Forbids Thee To Forget.

Fills The Air Around With Beauty.

As Winds Come Whispering Lightly From The West, Kissing, Not Ruffling, The Blue Deep's Serene.

What Exile From Himself Can Flee? To Zones, Though More And More Remote, Still, Still Pursues, Where'er I Be, The Blight Of Life--the Demon Thought.

Oh, Christ! It Is A Goodly Sight To See What Heaven Hath Done For This Delicious Land!

A Woman Who Gives Any Advantage To A Man May Expect A Lover - But Will Sooner Or Later Find A Tyrant.