Beauty Is Truth, Truth Beauty

In The Long Vista Of The Years To Roll,\ Let Me Not See My Country's Honor Fade;\ Oh! Let Me See Our Land Retain Its Soul!\ Her Pride In Freedom, And Not Freedom's Shade.

The Creature Has A Purpose, And His Eyes Are Bright With It.

Pleasure Is Oft A Visitant; But Pain Clings Cruelly To Us.

No Sooner Had I Stepp'd Into These Pleasures Than I Began To Think Of Rhymes And Measures: The Air That Floated By Me Seem'd To Say 'write! Thou Wilt Never Have A Better Day.

The Imagination May Be Compared To Adam's Dream-he Awoke And Found It Truth.