I Am The Self-consumer Of My Woes.

This World Has Suns, But They Are Overcast;this World Has Sweets, But They're Of Ling'ring Bloom;life Still Expects, And Empty Falls At Last;warm Hope On Tiptoe Drops Into The Tomb.

Forgive Me If, In Friendship’s Way, I Offer Thee A Wreath Of May.... [n]ourished By The Dews Of Heaven.... So I Have Ivy Placed Between, To Prove That Worth Is Ever Green. The Little Blue Forget-me-not... Spring’s Messenger In Every Spot, Smiling On All—"remember Me!

The Present Is The Funeral Of The Past, And Man The Living Sepulchre Of Life.

If Life Had A Second Edition, How I Would Correct The Proofs.

Tasteful Illumination Of The Night, Bright Scattered, Twinkling Star Of Spangled Earth.