There Is A Pain So

Tis Not That Dieing Hurts Us So- Tis Living- Hurts Us More.

Unable Are The Loved To Die, For Love Is Immortality.

Experiment Has A Stimulus Which Withers Its Fear.

Prosperity Whose Sources Are Interior. As Soon Adversity A Diamond Overtake.

I Dwell In Possibility A Fairer House Than Prose More Numerous Of Windows Superior--for Doors Of Chambers As The Cedars Impregnable Of Eye And For An Everlasting Roof The Gambrels Of The Sky Of Visitors--the Fairest For Occupation--this The Spreading Wide My Narrow Hands To Gather Paradise