I Cannot See What Flowers Are At

Here Lies One Whose Name Was Writ In Water.

The Redbreast Whistles From A Garden-croft; And Gathering Swallows Twitter In The Skies.

So, When Dark Thoughts My Boding Spirit Shroud, Sweet Hope! Celestial Influence Round Me Shed Waving Thy Silver Pinions O'er My Head.

Though A Quarrel In The Streets Is A Thing To Be Hated, The Energies Displayed In It Are Fine; The Commonest Man Shows A Grace In His Quarrel.

I Wish To Believe In Immortality-i Wish To Live With You Forever.