For Virtue Only Finds Eternal Fame.

For Death Betimes Is Comfort, Not Dismay, And Who Can Rightly Die Needs No Delay.

And Men Go About To Wonder At The Heights Of The Mountains, And The Mighty Waves Of The Sea, And The Wide Sweep Of Rivers, And The Circuit Of The Ocean, And The Revolution Of The Stars, But Themselves They Consider Not.

Books Can Warm The Heart With Friendly Words And Counsel, Entering Into A Close Relationship With Us Which Is Articulate And Alive

Go, Grieving Rimes Of Mine, To That Hard Stone Whereunder Lies My Darling, Lies My Dear, And Cry To Her To Speak From Heaven's Sphere.

The Aged Love What Is Practical While Impetuous Youth Longs Only For What Is Dazzling.