She Feared No Danger, For She Knew

I Learn To Pity Woes So Like My Own.

As Poetry Is The Harmony Of Words, So Music Is That Of Notes.

Confidence Is The Feeling We Have Before Knowing All The Facts

Bankrupt Of Life, Yet Prodigal Of Ease.

Fool That I Was, Upon My Eagle's Wings I Bore This Wren, Till I Was Tired With Soaring, And Now He Mounts Above Me.