We Waste Our Lights In Vain, Like

You Are A Lover. Borrow Cupid's Wings And Soar With Them Above A Common Bound.

Patch Up Thine Old Body For Heaven.

I Must Be Cruel, Only To Be Kind.

A Turn Or Two I'll Walk To Still My Beating Mind.

Children Wish Fathers Looked But With Their Eyes; Fathers That Children With Their Judgment Looked; And Either May Be Wrong.