Only This I Know, That One Celestial

Bring The Rathe Primrose That Forsaken Dies, The Tufted Crow-toe, And Pale Gessamine, The White Pink, And The Pansy Freaked With Jet, The Glowing Violet, The Musk-rose, And The Well Attir'd Woodbine, With Cowslips Wan That Hang The Pensive Head, And Every Flower That Sad Embroidery Wears: Bid Amaranthus All His Beauty Shed, And Daffadillies Fill Their Cups With Tears, To Strew The Laureate Hearse Where Lycid Lies.

The Low'ring Element Scowls O'er The Darken'd Landscape.

Part Of My Soul I Seek Thee, And Claim Thee My Other Half

One Sip Of This Will Bathe The Drooping Spirits In Delight, Beyond The Bliss Of Dreams.

Beholding The Bright Countenance Of Truth In The Quiet And Still Air Of Delightful Studies.