Do Good By Stealth, And Blush To

Some Praise At Morning What They Blame At Night, But Always Think The Last Opinion Right.

Good God! How Often Are We To Die Before We Go Quite Off This Stage? In Every Friend We Lose A Part Of Ourselves, And The Best Part.

Absent Or Dead, Still Let A Friend Be Dear.

The Heart Resolves This Matter In A Trice, "men Only Feel The Smart, But Not The Vice.

Where'er You Walk Cool Gales Shall Fan The Glade, Trees Where You Sit Shall Crowd Into A Shade. Where'er You Tread The Blushing Flowers Shall Rise, And All Things Flourish Where You Turn Your Eyes.