I Am Sailing With Thee Through The

Where Soil Is, Men Grow, Whether To Weeds Or Flowers.

O, Sorrow! Why Dost Borrow Heart's Lightness From The Merriment Of May?

I Have Good Reason To Be Content, For Thank God I Can Read And Perhaps Understand Shakespeare To His Depths.

I Wish To Believe In Immortality-i Wish To Live With You Forever.

And There Shall Be For Thee All Soft Delight That Shadowy Thought Can Win, A Bright Torch, And A Casement Ope At Night, To Let The Warm Love In!