Here's A Sigh To Those

Love Will Find A Way Through Paths Where Wolves Fear To Prey.

I Am About To Be Married, And Am Of Course In All The Misery Of A Man In Pursuit Of Happiness.

The Music, And The Banquet, And The Wine-- The Garlands, The Rose Odors, And The Flowers, The Sparkling Eyes, And Flashing Ornaments-- The White Arms And The Raven Hair--the Braids, And Bracelets; Swan-like Bosoms, And The Necklace, An India In Itself, Yet Dazzling Not.

Roll On, Deep And Dark Blue Ocean, Roll. Ten Thousand Fleets Sweep Over Thee In Vain. Man Marks The Earth With Ruin, But His Control Stops With The Shore.

No Words Suffice The Secret Soul To Show, For Truth Denies All Eloquence To Woe.