I Feel My Sinews Slackened With The

Griefs Assured Are Felt Before They Come.

Reason Is A Crutch For Age, But Youth Is Strong Enough To Walk Alone.

Doeg, Though Without Knowing How Or Why, Made Still A Blundering Kind Of Melody; Spurr'd Boldly On, And Dash'd Through Thick And Thin, Through Sense And Nonsense, Never Out Nor In; Free From All Meaning Whether Good Or Bad, And In One Word, Heroically Mad.

That Gloomy Outside, Like A Rusty Chest, Contains The Shoring Treasure Of A Soul Resolved And Brave.

You See Through Love, And That Deludes Your Sight, As What Is Straight Seems Crooked Through The Water.