Time Will Run Back And Fetch The

Infinity Is A Dark Illimitable Ocean, Without Bound.

And To The Faithful: Death, The Gate Of Life.

Thus I Set My Printless Feet O'er The Cowslip's Velvet Head, That Bends Not As I Tread.

He That Hath Light Within Their Own Breast, May Sit In The Centre And Enjoy Bright Day.

A Man May Be Ungrateful, But The Human Race Is Not So.