His Faithful Dog Salutes The Smiling Guest.

What Though My Winged Hours Of Bliss Have Been, Like Angel Visits, Few And Far Between.

Tis Distance Lends Enchantment To The View, And Robes The Mountain In Its Azure Hue.

Our Purpose Is To Grow Up And Become Love

A Man Who Will Not Leave His Room Because He Does Not Know How, Or Is Afraid To Open The Door, Is Trapped Just The Same Whether Or Not The Door Is Locked.

O Leave This Barren Spot To Me! Spare, Woodman, Spare The Beechen Tree.