Beauty is God's handwriting-a wayside sacrament.
O fleeting joys Of Paradise, dear bought with lasting woes!
Satan; so call him now, his former name Is heard no more in heaven.
Solitude is sometimes the best society.
Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine.
But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began.