Days Decrease, / And Autumn Grows, Autumn

Other Heights In Other Lives, God Willing.

It Was Roses, Roses, All The Way, With Myrtle Mixed In My Path Like Mad.

Tis Man's To Explore Up And Down, Inch By Inch, With The Taper His Reason.

The Body Sprang At Once To The Height, And Stayed; But The Soul,-no!

I Know What I Want And What I Might Gain, And Yet, How Profitless To Know.