We Meet No Stranger, But Ourself.

In This Short Life That Only Lasts Ah Hour How Much-how Little-is Within Our Power.

These Are The Days When Birds Come Back, A Very Few, A Bird Or Two, To Take A Backward Look.

Faith-is The Pierless Bridge Supporting What We See Unto The Scene That We Do Not.

Affection Is Like Bread, Unnoticed Till We Starve, And Then We Dream Of It, And Sing Of It, And Paint It, When Every Urchin In The Street Has More Than He Can Eat.

Much Madness Is Divinest Sense -- To A Discerning Eye -- Much Sense -- The Starkest Madness -- 'tis The Majority In This, As All, Prevail -- Assent -- And You Are Sane -- Demur -- You're Straightway Dangerous -- And Handled With A Chain --