There Is No Lighter Burden, Nor More

While Life Is In Your Body, You Have The Rein Of All Thoughts In Your Hands.

Often On Earth The Gentlest Heart Is Fain To Feed And Banquet On Another's Woe.

And Tears Are Heard Within The Harp I Touch.

Books Never Pall On Me. They Discourse With Us, They Take Counsel With Us, And Are United To Us By A Certain Living Chatty Familiarity. And Not Only Does Each Book Inspire The Sense That It Belongs To Its Readers, But It Also Suggests The Name Of Others, And One Begets The Desire Of The Other.

I Saw The Tracks Of Angels In The Earth: The Beauty Of Heaven Walking By Itself On The World.