I Presumed To Fix My Look On

Heaven Wheels Above You, Displaying To You Her Eternal Glories, And Still Your Eyes Are On The Ground.

Love, That All Gentle Hearts So Quickly Know.

Nature Is The Art Of God.

The Man Who Lies Asleep Will Never Waken Fame, And His Desire And All His Life Drift Past Him Like A Dream, And The Traces Of His Memory Fade From Time Like Smoke In Air, Or Ripples On A Stream.

Love And The Gentle Heart Are But The Same Thing.