The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.
Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.
Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold The likeness of whate'er on land is seen.