Our Interest's On The Dangerous

Autumn Wins You Best By This Its Mute Appeal To Sympathy For Its Decay.

Sorrow, The Heart Must Bear, Sits In The Home Of Each, Conspicuous There. Many A Circumstance, At Least, Touches The Very Breast. For Those Whom Any Sent Away,--he Knows: And In The Live Man's Stead, Armor And Ashes Reach The House Of Each.

But Little Do Or Can The Best Of Us: That Little Is Achieved Through Liberty.

I Show You Doubt, To Prove That Faith Exists.

Man Partly Is And Wholly Hopes To Be.