New Vows To Plight, And Plighted Vows

Our Souls Sit Close And Silently Within, And Their Own Web From Their Own Entrails Spin; And When Eyes Meet Far Off, Our Sense Is Such, That, Spider-like, We Feel The Tenderest Touch.

The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Radiant Sun, Is Nature's Eye.

Long Pains, With Use Of Bearing, Are Half Eased.

Errors Like Straws Upon The Surface Flow, Who Would Search For Pearls To Be Grateful For Often Must Dive Below.

Music, Music For A While Shall All Your Cares Beguile. Alexander's Feast