Writers Cannot Choose Their Own Mood: With

I Like This Day; I Like That Sky Of Steel; I Like The Sternness And Stillness Of The World Under This Frost.

[i]n His Presence I Thoroughly Lived.

Little Jane's Love Would Have Been My Best Reward, Without It, My Heart Is Broken.

I Am No Bird; And No Net Ensnares Me; I Am A Free Human Being With An Independent Will.

I Can Live Alone, If Self-respect, And Circumstances Require Me So To Do. I Need Not Sell My Soul To Buy Bliss. I Have An Inward Treasure Born With Me, Which Can Keep Me Alive If All Extraneous Delights Should Be Withheld, Or Offered Only At A Price I Cannot Afford To Give.