Imperfection Means Perfection Hid.

Stand Still, True Poet That You Are! I Know You; Let Me Try And Draw You. Some Night You'll Fail Us: When Afar You Rise, Remember One Man Saw You, Knew You, And Named A Star!

All Good Things Are Ours, Nor Soul Helps Flesh More, Now, Than Flesh Helps Soul!

Why Stay On The Earth Except To Grow.

Ah, But A Man's Reach Should Exceed His Grasp, Or What's A Heaven For?

Autumn Wins You Best By This Its Mute Appeal To Sympathy For Its Decay.