My Heart Is Its Own

We Might Have Been - These Are But Common Words, And Yet They Make The Sum Of Life's Bewailing.

From Religion ... They Will Learn The Only True Lesson Of Equality - The Conviction That Our Destinies Are Not In Our Own Hands; They Will See That No Situation In Life Is Without Its Share Of Suffering; - And This Perpetual Reference To A Higher Power Ought Equally To Teach The Rich Humility, And The Poor Devotion.

So Much To Win, So Much To Lose, No Marvel That I Fear To Choose.

My Heart Is Its Own Grave!

The Wind Has A Language, I Would I Could Learn! Sometimes 'tis Soothing, And Sometimes 'tis Stern, Sometimes It Comes Like A Low Sweet Song, And All Things Grow Calm, As The Sound Floats Along, And The Forest Is Lull'd By The Dreamy Strain, And Slumber Sinks Down On The Wandering Main, And Its Crystal Arms Are Folded In Rest, And The Tall Ship Sleeps On Its Heaving Breast.