Love Spends His All, And Still Hath

The Wind Breathes Not, And The Wave Walks Softly As Above A Grave.

Remember That Thy Heart Will Shed Its Pleasures As Thine Eye Its Tears, And Both Leave Loathsome Furrows.

Envy's A Coal Comes Hissing Hot From Hell.

Where Imperfection Ceaseth, Heaven Begins.

The Beautiful Are Never Desolate; But Some One Alway Loves Them--god Or Man. If Man Abandons, God Himself Takes Them.