How Wonderful Is Death! Death And His

(title: To The Moon) Art Thou Pale For Weariness Of Climbing Heaven, And Gazing On The Earth, Wandering Companionless Among The Stars That Have A Different Birth,-- And Ever-changing, Like A Joyless Eye That Finds No Object Worth Its Constancy?

O! I Burn With Impatience For The Moment Of The Dissolution Of Intolerance; It Has Injured Me.

But Hope Will Make Thee Young, For Hope And Youth Are Children Of One Mother, Even Love.

He Hath Awakened From The Dream Of Life.

I Know The Past And Thence I Will Essay To Glean A Warning For The Future, So That Man May Profit By His Errors, And Derive Experience From His Folly; For, When The Power Of Imparting Joy Is Equal To The Will, The Human Soul Requires No Other Heaven.