O, Popular Applause! What Heart Of Man

It Is A Terrible Thought, That Nothing Is Ever Forgotten; That Not An Oath Is Ever Uttered That Does Not Continue To Vibrate Through All Times, In The Wide Spreading Current Of Sound; That Not A Prayer Is Lisped, That Its Record Is Not To Be Found St

And Diff'ring Judgments Serve But To Declare That Truth Lies Somewhere, If We Knew But Where.

Those Flimsy Webs That Break As Soon As Wrought, Attain Not To The Dignity Of Thought.

In A Fleshly Tomb, I Am Buried Above Ground.

Alas! If My Best Friend, Who Laid Down His Life For Me, Were To Remember All The Instances In Which I Have Neglected Him, And To Plead Them Against Me In Judgment, Where Should I Hide My Guilty Head In The Day Of Recompense? I Will Pray, Therefore, For Blessings On My Friends, Even Though They Cease To Be So, And Upon My Enemies, Though They Continue Such.