For Frequent Tears Have Run;

He Lives Most Life Whoever Breathes Most Air.

God's Gifts Put Man's Best Dreams To Shame.

I Have Done Most Of My Talking By Post Of Late Years--as People Shut Up In Dungeons Take Up With Scrawling Mottoes On The Walls.

Every Age, Through Being Beheld Too Close, Is Ill-discerned By Those Who Have Not Lived Past It.

My Sun Sets To Raise Again.