Oh, To Be In England Now That

Lost, Lost! One Moment Knelled The Woe Of Years.

Women Hate A Debt As Men A Gift.

O Never Star Was Lost; Here We All Aspire To Heaven And There Is Heaven Above Us. If I Stoop Into A Dark Tremendous Sea Of Cloud, It Is But For A Time; I Press God's Lamp Close To My Breast; Its Splendor Soon Or Late Will Pierce The Gloom. I Shall Emerge Some Day.

He Guides Me And The Bird. In His Good Time!

Only I Discern Infinite Passion, And The Pain Of Finite Hearts That Yearn.