Cheerfulness, It Would Appear, Is A Matter

Oh, I Am Not Going To Die, Am I? He Will Not Separate Us, We Have Been So Happy.

If He Does Go, The Change Will Be Doleful. Suppose He Should Be Absent Spring, Summer, And Autumn: How Joyless Sunshine And Fine Days Will Seem!

I Try To Avoid Looking Forward Or Backward, And Try To Keep Looking Upward.

Jane, Be Still; Don't Struggle So Like A Wild, Frantic Bird, That Is Rending Its Own Plumage In Its Desperation." "i Am No Bird; And No Net Ensnares Me; I Am A Free Human Being, With An Independent Will; Which I Now Exert To Leave You.

I Mean That I Value Vision, And Dread Being Struck Stone Blind.