The First Pale Blossom Of

Man Is The Nobler Growth Our Realms Supply, And Souls Are Ripened In Our Northern Sky.

Many Things I Knew, I Have Forgotten; Many Things I Thought I Knew, I Find I Know Nothing About; Some Things I Know, I Have Found Not Worth Knowing; And Some Things I Would Give - O What Would One Not Give To Know? Are Beyond The Reach Of Human Ken.

The World Has Little To Bestow Where Two Fond Hearts In Equal Love Are Joined.

Eternity.—thy Name Or Glad, Or Fearful, We Pronounce, As Thoughts Wandering In Darkness Shape Thee. Thou Strange Being, Which Art And Must Be, Yet Which Contradict'st All Sense, All Reasoning,—thou, Who Never Wast Less Than Thyself, And Who Still Art Thyself Entire, Though The Deep Draught Which Time Has Taken Equals Thy Present Store—no Line Can Reach To Thy Unfathomed Depths. The Reasoning Sage Who Can Dissect A Sunbeam, Count The Stars, And Measure Distant Worlds, Is Here A Child, And, Humbled, Drops His Calculating Pen.

Life! We've Been Long Together Through Pleasant And Through Cloudy Weather; Tis Hard To Part When Friends Are Dear,- Perhaps 'twill Cost A Sigh, A Tear. Then Steal Away, Give Little Warning. Choose Thine Own Time, Say Not "good-night," But In Some Brighter Clime, Bid Me "good-morning."