In Hope To Merit Heaven By Making

Yet I Did Love Thee To The Last, As Ferverently As Thou, Who Didst Not Change Through All The Past, And Canst Not Alter Now.

What Men Call Gallantry, And Gods Adultery, Is Much More Common Where The Climate's Sultry.

I Love Not Man The Less, But Nature More.

Eternal Spirit Of The Chainless Mind! Brightest In Dungeons, Liberty! Thou Art, For There Thy Habitation Is The Heart-- The Heart Which Love Of Thee Alone Can Bind; And When Thy Sons To Fetters Are Consign'd-- To Fetters And Damp Vault's Dayless Gloom, Their Country Conquers With Their Martyrdom.

Exhausting Thought, And Hiving Wisdom With Each Studious Year.