Home Is The Sacred Refuge Of Our

All Objects Lose By Too Familiar A View.

You See Through Love, And That Deludes Your Sight, As What Is Straight Seems Crooked Through The Water.

I Strongly Wish For What I Faintly Hope; Like The Daydreams Of Melancholy Men, I Think And Think In Things Impossible, Yet Love To Wander In That Golden Maze.

Trust Reposed In Noble Natures Obliges Them The More.

By Education Most Have Been Misled; So They Believe, Because They Were Bred. The Priest Continues Where The Nurse Began, And Thus The Child Imposes On The Man.