Men Love In Haste, But They Detest

Nothing Can Confound A Wise Man More Than Laughter From A Dunce.

I Feel My Immortality Over Sweep All Pains, All Tears, All Time, All Fears, - And Peal, Like The Eternal Thunders Of The Deep, Into My Ears, This Truth, - Thou Livest Forever!

No Words Suffice The Secret Soul To Show, For Truth Denies All Eloquence To Woe.

On The Ear Drops The Light Drip Of The Suspended Oar.

This Man Is Freed From Servile Bands, Of Hope To Rise, Or Fear To Fall; Lord Of Himself, Though Not Of Lands, And Leaving Nothing, Yet Hath All.