An Infatuated Man Is Not

In This Wild World The Fondest And The Best Are The Most Tried, Most Troubled And Distress'd.

Let's Learn To Live, For We Must Die Alone.

A Club There Is Of Smokers--dare You Come To That Close, Clouded, Hot, Narcotic Room? When, Midnight Past, The Very Candles Seem Dying For Air, And Give A Ghastly Gleam; When Curling Fumes In Lazy Wreaths Arise, And Prosing Topers Rub Their Winking Eyes.

We Cannot Heal The Throbbing Heart Till We Discern The Wounds Within.

Fears Of Sinning Let In Thoughts Of Sin.