Any Relic Of The Dead Is Precious,

You Know That I Could As Soon Forget You As My Existence!

Riches I Hold In Light Esteem, And Love I Laugh To Scorn, And Lust Of Fame Was But A Dream That Vanished With The Morn. And If I Pray, The Only Prayer That Moves My Lips For Me Is, 'leave The Heart That Now I Bear, And Give Me Liberty!' Yes, As My Swift Days Near Their Goal, 'tis All That I Implore - In Life And Death, A Chainless Soul, With Courage To Endure.

I Have To Remind Myself To Breathe -- Almost To Remind My Heart To Beat!

I Got The Sexton, Who Was Digging Linton's Grave, To Remove The Earth Off Her Coffin Lid, And I Opened It. I Thought, Once, I Would Have Stayed There, When I Saw Her Face Again - It Is Hers Yet - He Had Hard Work To Stir Me; But He Said It Would Change, If The Air Blew On It.

What Kind Of Living Will It Be When You - Oh, God! Would You Like To Live With Your Soul In The Grave?