'tis Very Certain The Desire Of Life

There Was A Sound Of Revelry By Night, And Belgium's Capital Had Gathered Then Her Beauty And Her Chivalry, And Bright The Lamps Shone O'er Fair Women And Brave Men. A Thousand Hearts Beat Happily; And When Music Arose With Its Voluptuous Swell, Soft Eyes Looked Love To Eyes Which Spake Again, And All Went Merry As A Marriage Bell. But Hush! Hark! A Deep Sound Strikes Like A Rising Knell!

A Drop Of Ink May Make A Million Think.

Grief Is Fantastical, And Loves The Dead, And The Apparel Of The Grave.

Sighing That Nature Formed But One Such Man, And Broke The Die.

My Altars Are The Mountains And The Ocean.