How Quick The Old Woe Follows A

I Rejoiced In My Progress, Mourned My Weaknesses, And Commiserated The Universal Instability Of Human Conduct.

Great Errors Seldom Originate But With Men Of Great Minds.

And Tears Are Heard Within The Harp I Touch.

An Equal Doom Clipp'd Time's Blest Wings Of Peace.

Often Have I Wondered With Much Curiosity As To Our Coming Into This World And What Will Follow Our Departure.