Though An Angel Should Write, Still 'tis

All That's Bright Must Fade, The Brightest Still The Fleetest; All That's Sweet Was Made But To Be Lost When Sweetest.

It Is Only To The Happy That Tears Are A Luxury.

And The Heart That Is Soonest Awake To The Flowers Is Always The First To Be Touch'd By The Thorns.

Like Ships That Have Gone Down At Sea, When Heaven Was All Tranquillity.

Fond Memory Brings The Light Of Other Days Around Me.