I Wished Critics Would Judge Me As

I Soon Forgot Storm In Music.

I Can Live Alone, If Self-respect, And Circumstances Require Me So To Do. I Need Not Sell My Soul To Buy Bliss. I Have An Inward Treasure Born With Me, Which Can Keep Me Alive If All Extraneous Delights Should Be Withheld, Or Offered Only At A Price I Cannot Afford To Give.

My Rest Might Have Been Blissful Enough, Only A Sad Heart Broke It.

I Am No Bird And No Net Ensnares Me

Liberty Lends Us Her Wings And Hope Guides Us By Her Star.