When Christ Ascended Triumphantly From Star To

So Nature Deals With Us, And Takes Away Our Playthings One By One, And By The Hand Leads Us To Rest So Gently, That We Go, Scarce Knowing If We Wish To Go Or Stay, Being Too Full Of Sleep To Understand How Far The Unknown Transcends The What We Know.

The Day Is Dark And Cold And Dreary; It Rains, And The Wind Is Never Weary.

It Is True, That It Is Not At All Necessary To Love Many Books, In Order To Love Them Much.

You Would Attain To The Divine Perfection.

The Wreck Of The Hesperus But The Father Answered Never A Word, A Frozen Corpse Was He.