Throw Not My Words Away, As Many

I Long For Scenes Where Man Has Never Trod;... There To Abide With My Creator, God.

Love Lives With Nature, Not With Lust. Go Find Her In The Flowers.

Burning Hot Is The Ground, Liquid Gold Is The Air; Whoever Looks Round Sees Eternity There.

Yet Simple Souls, Their Faith It Knows No Stint: Things Least To Be Believed Are Most Preferred. All Counterfeits, As From Truth's Sacred Mint, Are Readily Believed If Once Put Down In Print

I Was Byron And Shakespeare Formerly.