With A Smile That Glow'd Celestial Rosy

Earth Felt The Wound; And Nature From Her Seat, Sighing Through All Her Works, Gave Signs Of Woe That All Was Lost.

Confidence Imparts A Wonderful Inspiration To The Possessor.

Fame Is The Spur That The Clear Spirit Doth Raise. That Last Infirmity Of Noble Mind. To Scorn Delights, And Live Laborious Days.

From That High Mount Of God Whence Light And Shade Spring Both, The Face Of Brightest Heaven Had Changed To Grateful Twilight.

I Was All Ear, And Took In Strains That Might Create A Soul Under The Ribs Of Death.