Softly The Evening Came /with The Sunset/.

Sorrow And Silence Are Strong, And Patient Endurance Is Godlike.

Simplicity In Character, In Manners, In Style; In All Things The Supreme Excellence Is Simplicity.

The Morning Breaks; The Steeds In Their Stalls Stamp And Neigh, As The Hostler Calls; The Day Returns, But Nevermore Returns The Traveler To The Shore, And The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls.

A Thought Often Makes Us Hotter Than A Fire.

There Rises The Moon, Broad And Tranquil, Through The Branches Of A Walnut Tree On A Hill Opposite. I Apostrophize It In The Words Of Faust; "o Gentle Moon, That Lookest For The Last Time Upon My Agonies!" --or Something To That Effect.