Land Of Lost Gods And Godlike Men.

Till Taught By Pain, Men Know Not Water's Worth.

Love Will Find A Way Through Paths Where Wolves Fear To Prey.

A Little Still She Strove, And Much Repented, And Whispering “i Will Ne'er Consent”—consented.

Tis An Old Lesson; Time Approves It True, And Those Who Know It Best, Deplore It Most; When All Is Won That All Desire To Woo, The Paltry Prize Is Hardly Worth The Cost.

The Stars Are Forth, The Moon Above The Tops Of The Snow-shining Mountains--beautiful! I Linger Yet With Nature, For The Night Hath Been To Me A More Familiar Face Than That Of Man, And In Her Starry Shade Of Dim And Solitary Loveliness I Learned The Language Of Another World.