Eternity Forbids Thee To Forget.

Years Steal Fire From The Mind As Vigor From The Limb; And Life's Enchanted Cup But Sparkles Near The Brim.

What Exile From Himself Can Flee? To Zones, Though More And More Remote, Still, Still Pursues, Where'er I Be, The Blight Of Life--the Demon Thought.

There Is A Tear For All Who Die, A Mourner O'er The Humblest Grave.

Tis Said That Persons Living On Annuities Are Longer Lived Than Others.

And I Would Hear Yet Once Before I Perish The Voice Which Was My Music... Speak To Me!