No Blessed Leisure For Love Or Hope,

My Books Kept Me From The Ring, The Dog-pit, The Tavern, And The Saloon.

But Evil Is Wrought By Want Of Thought, As Well As Want Of Heart!

Some Minds Improve By Travel, Others, Rather, Resemble Copper Wire, Or Brass, Which Get The Narrower By Going Farther.

The Autumn Is Old; The Sere Leaves Are Flying; He Hath Gather'd Up Gold, And Now He Is Dying;- Old Age, Begin Sighing!

And There Is Even A Happiness That Makes The Heart Afraid.