My Creed Is Love And You Are

Much Have I Traveled In The Realms Of Gold, And Many Goodly States And Kingdoms Seen.

All Clean And Comfortable I Sit Down To Write.

So, When Dark Thoughts My Boding Spirit Shroud, Sweet Hope! Celestial Influence Round Me Shed Waving Thy Silver Pinions O'er My Head.

Here Lies One Whose Name Was Writ In Water.

Fast Fading Violets Cover'd Up In Leaves; And Mid-may's Eldest Child, The Coming Musk-rose, Full Of Dewy Wine, The Murmurous Haunt Of Flies On Summer Eves.