To-morrow Comes, True Copy Of To-day,and Empty

Yet Simple Souls, Their Faith It Knows No Stint: Things Least To Be Believed Are Most Preferred. All Counterfeits, As From Truth's Sacred Mint, Are Readily Believed If Once Put Down In Print

My Fears Are Agitated To An Extreme Degree And The Dread Of Death Involves Me In A Stupor Of Chilling Indisposition.

Love Lives With Nature, Not With Lust. Go Find Her In The Flowers.

Crowded Places, I Shunned Them As Noises Too Rude / And Flew To The Silence Of Sweet Solitude.

Tasteful Illumination Of The Night, Bright Scattered, Twinkling Star Of Spangled Earth.