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He Who Kisses Joy As It Flies By Will Live In Eternity's Sunrise.

He Who Shall Teach The Child To Doubtthe Rotting Grave Shall Ne'er Get Out.

Love's Secret Never Seek To Tell Thy Love, Love That Never Told Can Be; For The Gentle Wind Doth Move Silently, Invisibly. I Told My Love, I Told My Love, I Told Her All My Heart, Trembling, Cold, In Ghastly Fears. Ah! She Did Depart! Soon After She Was Gone From Me, A Traveller Came By, Silently, Invisibly: He Took Her With A Sigh.

But If At Church They Would Give Some Ale. And A Pleasant Fire Our Souls To Regale. We'd Sing And We'd Pray All The Live Long Day, Nor Ever Once From The Church To Stray.

To The Eyes Of The Man Of Imagination, Nature Is Imagination Itself.