Fools Are My Theme, Let Satire Be

This Quiet Sail Is As A Noiseless Wing To Waft Me From Distraction.

Mont Blanc Is The Monarch Of Mountains; They Crown'd Him Long Ago On A Throne Of Rocks, In A Robe Of Clouds, With A Diadem Of Snow.

My Days Are In The Yellow Leaf; The Flowers And Fruits Of Love Are Gone; The Worm, The Canker, And The Grief, Are Mine Alone!

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

Oh, Mirth And Innocence! Oh, Milk And Water! Ye Happy Mixture Of More Happy Days!