The Death-bed Of A Day, How Beautiful!

How Slight A Chance May Raise Or Sink A Soul!

The Worst Men Often Give The Best Advice. Our Deeds Are Sometimes Better Than Our Thoughts.

The Hero Is The World-man, In Whose Heart One Passion Stands For All, The Most Indulged.

The Poet's Pen Is The True Divining Rod Which Trembles Towards The Inner Founts Of Feeling; Bringing To Light And Use, Else Hid From All, The Many Sweet Clear Sources Which We Have Of Good And Beauty In Our Own Deep Bosoms; And Marks The Variations Of All Mind As Does The Needle.

Blest Is He Whose Heart Is The Home Of The Great Dead And Their Great Thoughts.