Here's A Sigh To Those Who Love

The Heart Will Break, But Broken Live On.

Then Rose From Sea To Sky The Wild Farewell Then Shriek'd The Timid, And Stood Still The Brave, Then Some Leap'd Overboard With Fearful Yell, As Eager To Anticipate Their Grave.

This Sort Of Adoration Of The Real Is But A Heightening Of The Beau Ideal.

There's Naught, No Doubt, So Much The Spirit Calms As Rum And True Religion.

But There Are Wanderers O'er Eternity Whose Bark Drives On And On, And Anchor'd Ne'er Shall Be.