Lights Of The World, And Stars Of

... She, That Will With Kittens Jest, Should Bear A Kitten's Joke.

And The Tear That Is Wiped With A Little Address, May Be Follow'd Perhaps By A Smile.

Spring Hangs Her Infant Blossoms On The Trees, Rock'd In The Cradle Of The Western Breeze.

Remorse, The Fatal Egg That Pleasure Laid.

Remorse Begets Reform.