I had a little sorrow, Born of a little sin.

Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand. Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!

I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.

All my life, Following Care along the dusty road, Have I looked back on loveliness and sighed.

Although we sometimes did without a few of life's necessities, we rarely lacked for its luxuries.

If I could have two things in one: the peace of the grave, and the light of the sun.

Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.