He Who Wants, But Doesn't Act, Is

The Bat That Flits At Close Of Eve Has Left The Brain That Won't Believe. The Owl That Calls Upon The Night Speaks The Unbeliever's Fright.

The Eye Altering, Alters All.

But To Go To School In A Summer Morn, O! It Drives All Joy Away; Under A Cruel Eye Outworn, The Little Ones Spend The Day In Sighing And Dismay.

What Is Now Proved Was Once Only Imagined.

General Good Is The Plea Of The Scoundrel, Hypocite, Flatterer.