O star-eyed Science, hast thou wander'd there, To waft us home the message of despair?

One moment may with bliss repay Unnumbered hours of pain.

The popularity of that baby-faced boy, who possessed not even the elements of a good actor, was a hallucination in the public mind, and a disgrace to our theatrical history.

Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.

On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh, No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I, No harp like my own could so cheerily play, And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.

Truth ever lovely - since the world began, The foe of tyrants, and the friend of man.

The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world--a sacred gift to man.