Beautiful In Form And Feature, Lovely As

The Secret Anniversaries Of The Heart.

Most People Would Succeed In Small Things If They Were Not Troubled With Great Ambitions.

Look Not Mournfully Into The Past. It Comes Not Back Again.

There In Seclusion And Remote From Men The Wizard Hand Lies Cold, Which At Its Topmost Speed Let Fall The Pen, And Left The Tale Half Told. Ah! Who Shall Lift That Wand Of Magic Power, And The Lost Clew Regain? The Unfinished Window In Aladdin's Tower Unfinished Must Remain!

The Market-place, The Eager Love Of Gain, Whose Aim Is Vanity, And Whose End Is Pain!