Look Thy Last On All Things Lovely,

It Was A Pity Thoughts Always Ran The Easiest Way, Like Water In Old Ditches.

The Only Catalogue Of This World's Goods That Really Counts Is That Which We Keep In The Silence Of The Mind.

All Day Long The Door Of The Sub-conscious Remains Just Ajar; We Slip Through To The Other Side, And Return Again, As Easily And Secretly As A Cat.

When I Lie Where Shades Of Darkness Shall No More Assail Mine Eyes.

We Wake And Whisper Awhile, But, The Day Gone By, Silence And Sleep Like Fields Of Amaranth Lie.