Travelers Repose And Dream Among My Leaves.

More! More! Is The Cry Of A Mistaken Soul.

Mercy, Pity, And Peace, Are The World's Release.

Drive Your Cart And Plow Over The Bones Of The Dead.

The Road Of Excess Leads To The Palace Of Wisdom.

But To Go To School In A Summer Morn, O! It Drives All Joy Away; Under A Cruel Eye Outworn, The Little Ones Spend The Day In Sighing And Dismay.