There Is No Heroic Poem In The

A Heavenly Awe Overshadowed And Encompassed, As It Still Ought, And Must, All Earthly Business Whatsoever.

The Man Of Life Upright Has A Guiltless Heart, Free From All Dishonest Deeds Or Thought Of Vanity.

Eyes Bright, With Many Tears, Behind Them.

All Reform Except A Moral One Will Prove Unavailing.

The Steam-engine I Call Fire-demon And Great; But It Is Nothing To The Invention Of Fire.