My Dreams Were All My Own; I

How Dreadful It Is, To Emerge From The Oblivion Of Slumber, And To Receive As A Good Morrow The Mute Wailing Of One's Own Hapless Heart - To Return From The Land Of Deceptive Dreams To The Heavy Knowledge Of Unchanged Disaster!

And The Violet Lay Dead While The Odour Flew On The Wings Of The Wind O'er The Waters Blue.

It Was The Secrets Of Heaven And Earth That I Desired To Learn.

Our Faults Are Apt To Assume Giant And Exaggerated Forms To Our Eyes In Youth.

We Could Almost Believe That We Are Destined By Providence To An Unsettled Position On The Globe, So Invariably Is A Love Of Change Implanted In The Young. It Seems As If The Eternal Lawgiver Intended That, At A Certain Age, Man Should Leave Father, Mother, And The Dwelling Of His Infancy, To Seek His Fortunes Over The Wide World.