Look Homeward, Angel, Now, And Melt With

Ah Gentle Pair, Ye Little Think How Nigh Your Change Approaches, When All These Delights Will Vanish And Deliver Ye To Woe, More Woe, The More Your Taste Is Now Of Joy.

Unless An Age Too Late, Or Cold Climate, Or Years, Damp My Intended Wing.

To Live A Life Half Dead, A Living Death.

What Reinforcement We May Gain From Hope; If Not, What Resolution From Despair.

The Virtuous Mind That Ever Walks Attended By A Strong Siding Champion, Conscience.