We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

Sweet Mercy! to the gates of heaven This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven; The rueful conflict, the heart riven With vain endeavour, And memory of Earth's bitter leaven Effaced forever.

For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.

A light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove.

And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner's eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.

Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.

O Reader! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle Reader! you would find A tale in everything.