Riddle of destiny, who can show What thy short visit meant, or know What thy errand here below?

Oh call it by some better name, For friendship sounds too cold.

Credulity is the man's weakness, but the child's strength.

There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.

When twilight dews are falling soft Upon the rosy sea, love, I watch the star whose beam so oft Has lighted me to thee, love.

In the Negro countenance you will often meet with strong traits of benignity. I have felt yearnings of tenderness towards some of these faces.

Anything awful makes me laugh. I misbehaved once at a funeral.