In Man's Most Dark Extremity Oft Succour

Many Of Our Cares Are But A Morbid Way Of Looking At Our Privileges

High Minds, Of Native Pride And Force, Most Deeply Feel Thy Pangs, Remorse; Fear, For Their Scourge, Means Villains Have, Thou Art The Torturer Of The Brave!

Her Blue Eyes Sought The West Afar, For Lovers Love The Western Star.

Do Not Christians And Heathens, And Jews And Gentiles, And Poets And Philosophers, Unite In Allowing The Starry Influences?

The Willow Which Bends To The Tempest Often Escapes Better Than The Oak Which Resists It.