It's All A Farce, - These Tales

It's All A Farce, - These Tales They Tell About The Breezes Sighing, And Moans Astir O'er Field And Dell, Because The Year Is Dying.

With Our Short Sight We Affect To Take A Comprehensive View Of Eternity. Our Horizon Is The Universe.

I Hope There Is Something Worthy In My Writings And Not Merely The Novelty Of A Black Face Associated With The Power To Rhyme That Has Attracted Attention.

A Song Fluttered Down In The Form Of A Dove, And It Bore Me A Message, The One Word-love!

Money Is A Great Dignifier.