My Religion Of Life Is Always To

I've Studied Men From My Topsy-turvy Close, And I Reckon, Rather True. Some Are Fine Fellows: Some, Right Scurvy; Most, A Dash Between The Two.

O Have A Care Of Natures That Are Mute!

Behold The Life At Ease; It Drifts, The Sharpened Life Commands Its Course.

I Know Him, February's Thrush, And Loud At Eve He Valentines On Sprays That Paw The Naked Bush Where Soon Will Sprout The Thorns And Bines.

We Never Know What's In Us Till We Stand By Ourselves.