Fills The Air Around With Beauty.

I Have A Great Mind To Believe In Christianity For The Mere Pleasure Of Fancying I May Be Damned.

Men Think Highly Of Those Who Rise Rapidly In The World; Whereas Nothing Rises Quicker Than Dust, Straw, And Feathers.

Tis Sweet To Listen As The Night Winds Creep From Leaf To Leaf.

And Wrinkles, The Damned Democrats, Won't Flatter.

My Altars Are The Mountains And The Ocean.