Misery Still Delights To Trace Its Semblance

A Life Of Ease Is A Difficult Pursuit.

Books Are Not Seldom Talismans And Spells.

Blest Be The Art That Can Immortalize.

This Cabin, Mary, In My Sight Appears, Built As It Has Been In Our Waning Years, A Rest Afforded To Our Weary Feet, Preliminary To - The Last Retreat.

There Is In Souls A Sympathy With Sounds: And As The Mind Is Pitch'd The Ear Is Pleased With Melting Airs, Or Martial, Brisk Or Grave; Some Chord In Unison With What We Hear Is Touch'd Within Us, And The Heart Replies.