The Heart Ran O'er With Silent Worship

I Am Surrounded Here By Parsons And Methodists, But As You Will See, Not Infested With The Mania.

No Words Suffice The Secret Soul To Show, For Truth Denies All Eloquence To Woe.

Kill A Man's Family, And He May Brook It, But Keep Your Hands Out Of His Breeches' Pocket.

Till Taught By Pain, Men Know Not Water's Worth.

I Feel My Immortality Over Sweep All Pains, All Tears, All Time, All Fears, - And Peal, Like The Eternal Thunders Of The Deep, Into My Ears, This Truth, - Thou Livest Forever!