It's A Fair Wind That

There Is A Remembrance Of The Dead To Which We Turn Even From The Charms Of The Living.

There Is Something Nobly Simple And Pure In A Taste For The Cultivation Of Forest Trees.

A Kind Heart Is A Fountain Of Gladness, Making Everything In Its Vicinity Freshen Into Smiles.

To Look Upon Its Grass Grown Yard, Where The Sunbeams Seem To Sleep So Quietly, One Would Think That There At Least The Dead Might Rest In Peace.

To One Given To Day-dreaming, And Fond Of Losing Himself In Reveries, A Sea-voyage Is Full Of Subjects For Meditation; But Then They Are The Wonders Of The Deep And Of The Air, And Rather Tend To Abstract The Mind From Worldly Themes.