A man who attempts to read all the new productions must do as the flea does,--skip.
Vast and deep the mountain shadows grew.
That very law which moulds a tear And bids it trickle from its source,- That law preserves the earth a sphere, And guides the planets in their course.
Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves,-not dead, but gone before,- He gathers round him.
Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.
Then never less alone than when alone.