A Rusted Nail, Placed Near

Profan'd The God-given Strength, And Marr'd The Lofty Line.

I'll Dream No More--by Mainly Mind Not Even In Sleep Is Well Resigned. My Midnight Orisons Said O'er, I'll Turn To Rest And Dream No More.

He That Climbs The Tall Tree Has Won Right To The Fruit, He That Leaps The Wide Gulf Should Prevail In His Suit.

Oh, Poverty Parts Good Company.

Many A Law, Many A Commandment Have I Broken, But My Word Never.