I Am Sailing With Thee Through The

Who Would Wish To Be Among The Commonplace Crowd Of The Little Famous - Who Are Each Individually Lost In A Throng Made Up Of Themselves?

I Shall Soon Be Laid In The Quiet Grave - Thank God For The Quiet Grave

Then Felt I Like Some Watcher Of The Skies When A New Planet Swims Into His Ken.

I Find That I Can Have No Enjoyment In The World But The Continual Drinking Of Knowledge. I Find There Is No Worthy Pursuit But The Idea Of Doing Some Good For The World.

A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever.