There Is Music In All Things, If

I Have Not Loved The World, Nor The World Me.

Oh, Mirth And Innocence! Oh, Milk And Water! Ye Happy Mixture Of More Happy Days!

Mark! Where His Carnage And His Conquests Cease, He Makes A Solitude And Calls It-peace!

Ancient Of Days! August Athena! Where, Where Are Thy Men Of Might? Thy Grand In Soul? Gone--glimmering Through The Dream Of Things That Were; First In The Race That Led To Glory's Goal, They Won, And Pass'd Away--is This The Whole?

The Best Prophet Of The Future Is The Past.