To Win The Secret Of A Weed's

Ah, In This World, Where Every Guiding Thread Ends Suddenly In The One Sure Centre, Death, The Visionary Hand Of Might-have-been Alone Can Fill Desire's Cup To The Brim!

If Youth Be A Defect, It Is One That We Outgrow Only Too Soon.

Humbleness Is Always Grace; Always Dignity

Love Lives On, And Hath A Power To Bless When They Who Loved Are Hidden In The Grave.

Not As All Other Women Are Is She That To My Soul Is Dear; Her Glorious Fancies Come From Far, Beneath The Silver Evening Star, And Yet Her Heart Is Ever Near.