Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.

Oh! too convincing--dangerously dear-- In woman's eye the unanswerable tear! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue--at once her spear and shield.

Love rules the camp, the court, the grove - for love is Heaven, and Heaven is love.

I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.

I am surrounded here by parsons and methodists, but as you will see, not infested with the mania.

But 'midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless.

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.