For My Part, Getting Up Seems Not

There's A Double Beauty Whenever A Swan Swims On A Lake With Her Double Thereon.

Some Dreams We Have Are Nothing Else But Dreams, Unnatural And Full Of Contradictions; Yet Others Of Our Most Romantic Schemes, Are Something More Than Fictions.

Dear Bells! How Sweet The Sound Of Village Bells When On The Undulating Air They Swim!

Peace And Rest At Length Have Come, All The Day's Long Toil Is Past; And Each Heart Is Whispering, "home, Home At Last!"

For My Part, Getting Up Seems Not So Easy By Half As Lying.