Hope Can Produce The Finest And Most

Beauty Is A Great Gift Of Heaven; Not For The Purpose Of Female Vanity, But A Great Gift For One Who Loves, And Wishes To Be Beloved.

The Human Heart, At Whatever Age, Opens To The Heart That Opens In Return.

I Find The Love Of Garden Grows Upon Me As I Grow Older More And More. Shrubs And Flowers And Such Small Gay Things, That Bloom And Please And Fade And Wither And Are Gone And We Care Not For Them, Are Refreshing Interests, In Life, And If We Cannot Say Never Fading Pleasures, We May Say Unreproved Pleasures And Never Grieving Losses.

When One Illusion Vanishes, Another Shall Appear, And, Still Leading Me Forward Towards An Horizon That Retreats As I Advance, The Happy Prospect Of Futurity Shall Vanish Only With My Existence.

Nor Elves, Nor Fays, Nor Magic Charm, Have Pow'r, Or Will, To Work Us Harm; For Those Who Dare The Truth To Tell, Fays, Elves, And Fairies, Wish Them Well.