I Ne'er Was Struck Before

Burning Hot Is The Ground, Liquid Gold Is The Air; Whoever Looks Round Sees Eternity There.

Wildness Is My Suiting Scene.

If Life Had A Second Edition, How I Would Correct The Proofs.

When Trouble Haunts Me, Need I Sigh?no, Rather Smile Away Despair

The Thorn Tree Just Began To Bud And Greening Stained The Sheltering Hedge, An Many A Violet Beside The Wood Peeped Blue Between The Withered Sedge; The Sun Gleamed Warm The Bank Beside, 'twas Pleasant Wandering Out A While Neath Nestling Bush To Lonely Hide, Or Bend A Musings O'er A Stile.