Ah, Happy Years! Once More Who Would

There Is No Instinct Like That Of The Heart.

Roll On, Deep And Dark Blue Ocean, Roll. Ten Thousand Fleets Sweep Over Thee In Vain. Man Marks The Earth With Ruin, But His Control Stops With The Shore.

Mark! Where His Carnage And His Conquests Cease, He Makes A Solitude And Calls It-peace!

Sighing That Nature Formed But One Such Man, And Broke The Die.

I Should Like To Know Who Has Been Carried Off, Except Poor Dear Me - I Have Been More Ravished Myself Than Anybody Since The Trojan War.