A Heavier Task Could Not Have Been

When A Father Gives To His Son, Both Laugh; When A Son Gives To His Father, Both Cry.

O, How Shall Summer's Honey Breath Hold Out Against The Wreckful Siege Of Battering Days, When Rocks Impregnable Are Not So Stout, Nor Gates Of Steel So Strong, But Time Decays?

O, I Have Suffered With Those That I Saw Suffer! A Brave Vessel (who Had No Doubt Some Noble Creature In Her) Dashed All To Pieces! O, The Cry Did Knock Against My Very Heart! Poor Souls, They Perished!

I Dote On His Very Absence.

We Must Love Men, Ere To Us They Will Seem Worthy Of Our Love.