Where Once My Careless Childhood Strayed, /

If The Best Man's Faults Were Written On His Forehead, He Would Draw His Hat Over His Eyes.

There Are Certain Scenes That Would Awe An Atheist Into Belief, Without The Help Of Other Argument.

Scatter Plenty O'er A Smiling Land.

The Hues Of Bliss More Brightly Glow, Chastis'd By Sabler Tints Of Woe.

Bright-eyed Fancy, Hov'ring O'er, Scatters From Her Pictured Urn Thoughts That Breathe And Words That Burn.