Death Is Life's High Meed.

Was It A Vision Or A Waking Dream? Fled Is That Music--do I Wake Or Sleep?

I Wish To Believe In Immortality-i Wish To Live With You Forever.

It Keeps Eternal Whisperings Around Desolate Shores

I Almost Wish We Were Butterflies And Liv'd But Three Summer Days - Three Such Days With You I Could Fill With More Delight Than Fifty Common Years Could Ever Contain.

In The Long Vista Of The Years To Roll,\ Let Me Not See My Country's Honor Fade;\ Oh! Let Me See Our Land Retain Its Soul!\ Her Pride In Freedom, And Not Freedom's Shade.