What Is Life? A Gulf Of Troubled

I Will Look On The Stars And Look On Thee, And Read The Page Of Thy Destiny.

It Is Curious How Inseparable Eating And Kindness Are With Some People.

Ah, Tell Me Not That Memory Sheds Gladness O'er The Past, What Is Recalled By Faded Flowers, Save That They Did Not Last?

Are We Not Like The Actor Of Old Times, Who Wore His Mask So Long His Face Took Its Likeness?

The Dream On The Pillow, That Flits With The Day, The Leaf Of The Willow A Breath Wears Away; The Dust On The Blossom, The Spray On The Sea; Ay,--ask Thine Own Bosom-- Are Emblems Of Thee.