Ah! What Would The World Be To

Whatever Poet, Orator, Or Sage May Say Of It, Old Age Is Still Old Age.

And In The Wreck Of Noble Lives Something Immortal Still Survives.

A Sermon Is No Sermon In Which I Cannot Hear The Heartbeat.

Fair Words Gladden So Many A Heart.

Love Contending With Friendship, And Self With Each Generous Impulse. To And Fro In His Breast His Thoughts Were Heaving And Dashing, As In A Foundering Ship.