Whose Lines Are Mottoes Of The Heart,whose

How Delicious Is The Winning Of A Kiss At Love's Beginning, When Two Mutual Hearts Are Sighing For The Knot There's No Untying!

O Star-eyed Science, Hast Thou Wander'd There, To Waft Us Home The Message Of Despair?

The Smaller Your Reality, The More Convinced You Are That You Know Everything.

But Sad As Angels For The Good Man's Sin, Weep To Record, And Blush To Give It In.

Men Of England! Who Inheritrights That Cost Your Sires Their Blood.