I Am Not Now That Which I

Be Thou The Rainbow In The Storms Of Life. The Evening Beam That Smiles The Clouds Away, And Tints Tomorrow With Prophetic Ray.

Alas! How Deeply Painful Is All Payment!

The Poetry Of Speech.

The English Winter - Ending In July To Recommence In August

Though The Day Of My Destiny 's Over, And The Star Of My Fate Hath Declined, Thy Soft Heart Refused To Discover The Faults Which So Many Could Find.