Most Brilliant Star Upon The Crest Of

Men Praise Poverty, As The African Worships Mumbo Jumbo--from Terror Of The Malign Power, And A Desire To Propitiate At.

My Heart Like Moon-charmed Waters, All Unrest.

How Beautiful The Yesterday That Stood Over Me Like A Rainbow! I Am Alone, The Past Is Past. I See The Future Stretch All Dark And Barren As A Rainy Sea.

Death Is The Ugly Fact Which Nature Has To Hide, And She Hides It Well.

Love Is But The Discovery Of Ourselves In Others, And The Delight In The Recognition.