Do we call the star lost that is hidden / In the great light of morn?

All the great blessings of my life are present in my thoughts today

Sometimes, I think the things we see are shadows of the things to be; that what we plan we build

One sweetly solemn thought, comes to me o'er and o'er; I am nearer home today, than I ever have been before.

Never is true love blind, but rather brings an added light.

Books were put out, and 'had a run,' / Like coinage from the mint; / But which could fill the place of one, / That one they wouldn't print?

But alas for the dreams that round us play! / For the plans of mortal making! / And alas for the false and fickle day / That looked so fair at waking!