The Lover And The Physician Are Each

We Would Liken Music To Aladdin's Lamp — Worthless In Itself, Not So For The Spirits Which Obey Its Call. We Love It For The Buried Hopes, The Garnered Memories, The Tender Feelings, It Can Summon With A Touch.

How Disappointment Tracks The Steps Of Hope.

Sneering Springs Out Of The Wish To Deny; And Wretched Must That State Of Mind Be That Wishes To Take Refuge In Doubt.

Farewell's A Bitter Word To Say.

The Stars Are So Far, Far Away!