Pleasure Must Succeed To Pleasure,

Ah, Love, - You Are My Unutterable Blessing.....i Am In Full Sunshine Now.

No Work Begun Shall Ever Pause For Death.

Why Comes Temptation But For Man To Meet And Master And Make Crouch Beneath His Foot, And So Be Pedestaled In Triumph?

All Will Be Gay When Noontide Wakes Anew The Buttercups, The Little Children's Dower.

Paracelsus At Times I Almost Dream I Too Have Spent A Life The Sages’ Way, And Tread Once More Familiar Paths. Perchance I Perished In An Arrogant Self-reliance Ages Ago; And In That Act A Prayer For One More Chance Went Up So Earnest, So Instinct With Better Light Let In By Death, That Life Was Blotted Out — Not So Completely But Scattered Wrecks Enough Of It Remain, Dim Memories, As Now, When Once More Seems The Goal In Sight Again.