Can calm despair and wild unrest Be tenants of a single breast, Or sorrow such a changeling be?

For always roaming with a hungry heart.

Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet- Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.

Tis a morning pure and sweet, And a dewy splendour falls On the little flower that clings To the turrets and the walls; 'Tis a morning pure and sweet, And the light and shadow fleet; She is walking in the meadow, And the woodland echo rings; In a moment we shall meet; She is singing in the meadow, And the rivulet at her feet Ripples on in light and shadow To the ballad that she sings.

The many fail: the one succeeds.

Courtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect.

'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.