Alas! The Praise Given To The Ear

I Do Love Violets; They Tell The History Of Woman's Love.

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

The Fearless Make Their Own Way.

Thou Know'st How Fearless Is My Trust In Thee.

Toil Is The Portion Of Day, As Sleep Is That Of Night; But If There Be One Hour Of The Twenty-four Which Has The Life Of Day Without Its Labor, And The Rest Of Night Without Its Slumber, It Is The Lovely And Languid Hour Of Twilight.