That Power Which Erring Men Call Chance.

Come To The Sunset Tree! The Day Is Past And Gone; The Woodman's Axe Lies Free, And The Reaper's Work Is Done.

Midnight Brought On The Dusky Hour Friendliest To Sleep And Silence.

In Those Vernal Seasons Of The Year When The Air Is Calm And Pleasant, It Were An Injury And Sullenness Against Nature Not To Go Out And See Her Riches, And Partake In Her Rejoicing With Heaven And Earth.

The Strongest And The Fiercest Spirit That Fought In Heaven, Now Fiercer By Despair.

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