Time Is A Great Ocean Which, Like

Hence Life, As Through A Cloud, For Me I See Vanish, And To The Past's Dark Shade 'tis Chas'd; As A Grand Image Love Remains To Me-- Sole Remnant Of A Dream, By Morn Effac'd.

Shall Not This Bygone Eden That We Knew In Our Eternal Life Have Shape And Hue? For Where Time Is Not Shall Not All Time Be? In That Calm Breast Whereto Our Souls Are Cleaving Shall We Not Find Our Loved Ones Beyond Grieving About The Hearth-stone Of Eternity?

All Our Tastes Are But Reminiscences.

The People Only Understand What They Can Feel; The Only Orators That Can Affect Them Are Those Who Move Them.

I Say To This Night: "pass More Slowly"; And The Dawn Will Come To Dispel The Night.