Remorse Is Memory Awake.

Heavenly Father - Take To Thee The Supreme Iniquity Fashioned By Thy Candid Hand In A Moment Contraband - Though To Trust Us Seem To Us More Respectful - We Are Dust - We Apologize To Thee For Thine Own Duplicity.

Spring Is The Period Express From God.

Not 'revelation'-'tis That Waits/ But Our Unfurnished Eyes

Death Is A Supple Suitor, That Wins At Last. It Is A Stealthy Wooing; Conducted First By Pallid Innuendos And Dim Approach, But Brave At Last With Bugles.

When A Lover Is A Beggar Abject Is His Knee. When A Lover Is An Owner Different Is He.