The Soul Should Always Stand Ajar.

Longing, It May Be, Is The Gift No Other Gift Supplies.

The Things That Never Can Come Back, Are Several- Childhood-some Forms Of Hope-the Dead- Though Joys-like Men-may Sometimes Make A Journey- And Still Abide-.

I Never Saw A Moor, I Never Saw The Sea; Yet Know I How The Heather Looks, And What A Wave Must Be. I Never Spoke With God, Nor Visited In Heaven; Yet Certain Am I Of The Spot, As If A Chart Were Given.

Grant Me, O Lord, A Sunny Mind-thy Windy Will To Bear!

Life Is The Finest Secret. So Long As That Remains, We Must All Whisper.