The Creature Has A Purpose, And His

I Think I Shall Be Among The English Poets After My Death.

In The Long Vista Of The Years To Roll,\ Let Me Not See My Country's Honor Fade;\ Oh! Let Me See Our Land Retain Its Soul!\ Her Pride In Freedom, And Not Freedom's Shade.

Was It A Vision Or A Waking Dream? Fled Is That Music--do I Wake Or Sleep?

Death Is Life's High Meed.

My Mind Has Been The Most Discontented And Restless One That Ever Was Put Into A Body Too Small For It.