And The Commencement Of Atonement Is The

And If I Laugh At Any Mortal Thing, 'tis That I May Not Weep.

By Heaven! It Is A Splendid Sight To See For One Who Hath No Friend, No Brother There.

They Never Fail Who Die In A Great Cause.

Sleep Hath Its Own World, And The Wide Realm Of Wild Reality.

Tis Not On Youth's Smooth Cheek The Blush Alone, Which Fades So Fast, But The Tender Bloom Of Heart Is Gone, Ere Youth Itself Be Past.