[i]n His Presence I Thoroughly

I Am Always Easy Of Belief When The Creed Pleases Me.

Remorse Is The Poison Of Life.

My Love Has Placed Her Little Hand With Noble Faith In Mine, And Vowed That Wedlock's Sacred Band Our Nature Shall Entwine. My Love Has Sworn, With Sealing Kiss, With Me To Live -- To Die; I Have At Last My Nameless Bliss: As I Love -- Loved Am I!

The Man Of Regular Life And Rational Mind Never Despairs.

Writers Cannot Choose Their Own Mood: With Them It Is Not Always Hide-tide, Nor --thank Heaven!--always Storm.