I Do Not Know The Man So

Friends Are Nations In Themselves.

Tis Not That Dieing Hurts Us So- Tis Living- Hurts Us More.

Belshazzar Had A Letter,-- He Never Had But One; Belshazzar's Correspondence Concluded And Begun In That Immortal Copy The Conscience Of Us All Can Read Without Its Glasses On Revelation's Wall.

The Distance That The Dead Have Gone Does Not At First Appear- Their Coming Back Seems Possible For Many An Ardent Year.

Not Knowing When The Dawn Will Come I Open Every Door.