'tis Very Certain The Desire Of Life

On The Ear Drops The Light Drip Of The Suspended Oar.

Then Stirs The Feeling Infinite, So Felt In Solitude, Where We Are Least Alone.

Ada! Sole Daughter Of My House And Heart.

Men Love In Haste, But They Detest At Leisure.

The Dew Of Compassion Is A Tear.