I Lost The Love Of Heaven Above

In Mid-wood Silence, Thus, How Sweet To Be; Where All The Noises, That On Peace Intrude, Come From The Chittering Cricket, Bird, And Bee, Whose Songs Have Charms To Sweeten Solitude.

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

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

Yet Simple Souls, Their Faith It Knows No Stint: Things Least To Be Believed Are Most Preferred. All Counterfeits, As From Truth's Sacred Mint, Are Readily Believed If Once Put Down In Print

How Oft A Summer Shower Has Started Me; To Seek The Shelter Of A Hollow Tree