What Female Heart Can Gold Despise? What

To Contemplation's Sober Eye. / Such Is The Race Of Man.

Dear As The Light That Visits These Sad Eyes, Dear As The Ruddy Drops That Warm My Heart.

The Time Will Come, When Thou Shalt Lift Thine Eyes To Watch A Long-drawn Battle In The Skies. While Aged Peasants, Too Amazed For Words, Stare At The Flying Fleets Of Wondrous Birds.

Men Will Believe Anything At All Provided They Are Under No Obligation To Believe It.

We Frolic While 'tis May.