As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean Sweet flowers are sp

This world is all a fleeting show, For man’s illusion given; The

The world is seldom what it seems; to man, who dimly sees, realit

Alas! how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that l

I reflected how soon in the cup of desire The pearl of the soul m

Earth hath no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

How calm, how beautiful comes on The still hour, when storms have

Yes, loving is a painful thrill And not to love more painful stil

There is nothing half so sweet in life as love’s young dreams.

Life is a waste of wearisome hours, Which seldom the rose of enjo