Oh, Could We Lift The Future's Sable

The Sun, Centre And Sire Of Light, The Keystone Of The World-built Arch Of Heaven.

Youth Might Be Wise; We Suffer Less From Pains Than Pleasures.

Life Is As Serious A Thing As Death.

It Is Sad To See The Light Of Beauty Wane Away, Know Eyes Are Dimming, Bosoms Shrivelling, Feet Losing Their Springs, And Limbs Their Lily Roundness; But It Is Worse To Feel The Heart-spring Gone, To Lose Hope, Care Not For The Coming Thing, And Feel All Things Go To Decay Within Us.

The Heart Is Its Own Fate.