When Night Hath Set Her Silver Lamp

I Have A Heart With Room For Every Joy .

Remember That Thy Heart Will Shed Its Pleasures As Thine Eye Its Tears, And Both Leave Loathsome Furrows.

Nature Means Necessity.

The Beautiful Are Never Desolate; But Some One Alway Loves Them--god Or Man. If Man Abandons, God Himself Takes Them.

America, Thou Half-brother Of The World; With Something Good And Bad Of Every Land.