There Is No Traitor Like Him Whose

I Slept And Dreamt That Life Was Beauty; I Woke And Found That Life Was Duty.

'tis Sweet To Know There Is An Eye Will Mark Our Coming, And Look Brighter When We Come.

I Can't But Say It Is An Awkward Sight To See One's Native Land Receding Through The Growing Waters; It Unmans One Quite, Especially When Life Is Rather New.

By Headless Charles See Heartless Henry Lies.

'tis Pleasant, Sure, To See One's Name In Print. A Book's A Book, Although There's Nothing In 't.