Spare Feast! A Radish And An Egg.

The Bud May Have A Bitter Taste, But Sweet Will Be The Flower.

Scenes Must Be Beautiful Which Daily View'd Please Daily, And Whose Novelty Survives Long Knowledge And The Scrutiny Of Years.

Misery Still Delights To Trace Its Semblance In Another's Case.

When One That Holds Communion With The Skies Has Fill'd His Urn Where These Pure Waters Rise, And Once More Mingles With Us Meaner Things, 'tis E'en As If An Angel Shook His Wings.

When All Within Is Peace How Nature Seems To Smile Delights That Never Cease The Live-long Day Beguile