The Problem In Narcissism Is Not The

The Heart That Has Truly Loved Never Forgets, But As Truly Loves On To The Close.

I Thought That The Light-house Looked Lovely As Hope, That Star On Life's Tremulous Ocean.

Soul Is To Be Found In The Vicinity Of Taboo.

Humility, That Low, Sweet Root, From Which All Heavenly Virtues Shoot.

Come O'er The Sea, Maiden With Me, Mine Through The Sunshine, Storms And Snows; Seasons May Roll, But The True Soul Burns The Same, Where'er It Goes.