I Always Get The Better When I

And Still They Gazed, And Still The Wonder Grew, That One Small Head Could Carry All He Knew.

Wept O'er His Wounds, Or Tales Of Sorrow Done, Shoulder'd His Crutch, And Shew'd How Fields Were Won.

Hope, Like The Gleaming Taper

Thus 'tis With All; Their Chief And Constant Care Is To Seem Everything But What They Are.

Age, That Lessens The Enjoyment Of Life, Increases Our Desire Of Living