My Boat Is On The Shore, And

The Waves Were Dead; The Tides Were In Their Grave, The Moon, Their Mistress, Had Expir'd Before; The Winds Were Wither'd In The Stagnant Air, And The Clouds Perish'd; Darkness Had No Need Of Aid From Them-she Was The Universe.

Let None Think To Fly The Danger For Soon Or Late Love Is His Own Avenger.

'tis Sweet To Know There Is An Eye Will Mark Our Coming, And Look Brighter When We Come.

Between Two Worlds Life Hovers Like A Star, Twixt Night And Morn, Upon The Horizon's Verge.

I Speak Not Of Men's Creeds—they Rest Between Man And His Maker.