Woah Is Me To Have Seen What

Had It Pleas'd Heaven To Try Me With Affliction * * * I Should Have Found In Some Place Of My Soul A Drop Of Patience.

Do You Set Down Your Name In The Scroll Of Youth, That Are Written Down Old With All The Characters Of Age?

Sometimes When We Are Labeled, When We Are Branded Our Brand Becomes Our Calling.

With Love's Light Wings Did I O'er-perch These Walls, For Stony Limits Cannot Hold Love Out

My Free Drift Halts Not Particularly, But Moves Itself In A Wide Sea Of Wax; No Levelled Malice Infects One Comma In The Course I Hold, But Flies An Eagle Flight, Bold And Forth On, Leaving No Tract Behind.