And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.

All things human change.

The folly of all follies is to be love sick for a shadow.

I am a part of all that I have met.

And down I went to fetch my bride: But, Alice, you were ill at ease; This dress and that by turns you tried, Too fearful that you should not please. I loved you better for your fears, I knew you could not look but well; And dews, that would have fall'n in tears, I kiss'd away before they fell.

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

How fares it with the happy dead?