Nonsense, Do You Imagine He

I Shall Smile When Wreaths Of Snow Blossom Where The Rose Should Grow.

And From The Midst Of Cheerless Gloom I Passed To Bright Unclouded Day.

I Ran To The Children's Room: Their Door Was Ajar, I Saw They Had Never Laid Down, Though It Was Past Midnight; But They Were Calmer, And Did Not Need Me To Console Them. The Little Souls Were Comforting Each Other With Better Thoughts Than I Could Have Hit On: No Parson In The World Ever Pictured Heaven So Beautifully As They Did, In Their Innocent Talk; And, While I Sobbed, And Listened. I Could Not Help Wishing We Were All There Safe Together.

I Am Now Quite Cured Of Seeking Pleasure In Society, Be It Country Or Town.

I Cannot Live Without My Life! I Cannot Live Without My Soul!