The Best Prophet Of The Future Is

This Quiet Sail Is As A Noiseless Wing To Waft Me From Distraction.

Know Ye The Land Where The Cypress And Myrtle Are Emblems Of Deeds That Are Done In Their Clime? Where The Rage Of The Vulture, The Love Of The Turtle, Now Melt Into Sorrow, Now Madden To Crime!

No Hand Can Make The Clock Strike For Me The Hours That Are Passed.

On The Ear Drops The Light Drip Of The Suspended Oar.

As Long As I Retain My Feeling And My Passion For Nature, I Can Partly Soften Or Subdue My Other Passions And Resist Or Endure Those Of Others.