What Millions Died That Caesar Might Be

The Smaller Your Reality, The More Convinced You Are That You Know Everything.

O Leave This Barren Spot To Me! Spare, Woodman, Spare The Beechen Tree.

The Prophet's Mantle, Ere His Flight Began, Dropt On The World--a Sacred Gift To Man.

Beauty's Witching Sway Is Now To Me A Star That's Fallen-a Dream That's Passed Away.

How Delicious Is The Winning Of A Kiss At Love's Beginning, When Two Mutual Hearts Are Sighing For The Knot There's No Untying!