When Pain Ends, Gain Ends Too.

Earth Changes, But Thy Soul And God Stand Sure.

Smiling The Boy Fell Dead.

Kiss Me As If You Made Believe You Were Not Sure This Eve, How My Face, Your Flower, Had Pursed It's Petals Up.

A Pretty Woman's Worth Some Pains To See, Nor Is She Spoiled, I Take It, If A Crown Completes The Forehead Pale And Tresses Pure.

Genius Has Somewhat Of The Infantine; But Of The Childish Not A Touch Or Taint.