No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.
Romances paint at full length people's wooing. But only give a bust of marriages.
I awoke one day to find myself famous.
And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.