A True Philosopher Is Beyond The Reach

Nature I Loved, And Next To Nature, Art.

O What A Thing Is Age! Death Without Death's Quiet.

God Scatters Beauty As He Scatters Flowers O'er The Wide Earth, And Tells Us All Are Ours. A Hundred Lights In Every Temple Burn, And At Each Shrine I Bend My Knee In Turn.

The Happiest Of Pillows Is Not That Which Love First Presses! It Is That Which Death Has Frowned On And Passed Over.

The Deafest Man Can Hear Praise, And Is Slow To Think Any An Excess.