There's A Double Beauty Whenever

Experience Enables Me To Depose To The Comfort And Blessing That Literature Can Prove In Seasons Of Sickness And Sorrow.

There's A Double Beauty Whenever A Swan Swims On A Lake With Her Double Thereon.

There Is A Silence Where Hath Been No Sound, There Is A Silence Where No Sound May Be,- In The Cold Grave, Under The Deep, Deep Sea, Or In The Wide Desert Where No Life Is Found.

I Saw Old Autumn In The Misty Morn Stand Shadowless Like Silence, Listening To Silence.

Sweet Are The Little Brooks That Run O'er Pebbles Glancing In The Sun, Singing In Soothing Tones.