Fare Thee Well, And If For Ever

There Is No Instinct Like That Of The Heart.

Who Tracks The Steps Of Glory To The Grave?

The Light Of Love, The Purity Of Grace, The Mind, The Music Breathing From Her Face, The Heart Whose Softness Harmonised The Whole — And, Oh! That Eye Was In Itself A Soul!

Truth Is A Gem That Is Found At A Great Depth; Whilst On The Surface Of The World All Things Are Weighed By The False Scale Of Custom.

No Words Suffice The Secret Soul To Show, For Truth Denies All Eloquence To Woe.