Pure Friendship's Well-feigned Blush.

I Learned To Love Despair.

'tis Sweet To Know There Is An Eye Will Mark Our Coming, And Look Brighter When We Come.

In Solitude, Where We Are Least Alone.

As Winds Come Whispering Lightly From The West, Kissing, Not Ruffling, The Blue Deep's Serene.

Those Who Will Not Reason, Are Bigots, Those Who Cannot, Are Fools, And Those Who Dare Not, Are Slaves.