The Heart Is Its Own Fate.

The Truth Of Truths Is Love.

Oh, Could We Lift The Future's Sable Shroud.

One Thought Settles A Life, An Immortality.

Could I Love Less, I Should Be Happier Now.

See The Gold Sunshine Patching, And Streaming And Streaking Across The Gray-green Oaks; And Catching, By Its Soft Brown Beard, The Moss.