Occupation: Poet Birth: September 4, 1824 Death: July 31, 1871
Books were put out, and 'had a run,' / Like coinage from the mint; / But which could fill the place of one, / That one they wouldn't print?.
Death comes not to the living soul, nor age to the living heart..
Give plenty of what is given to you, And listen to pity's call. Don't think the little you give is great, And the much you get is small..
There are eyes half defiant, Half meek and compliant; Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm To bring us good or to work with harm..
I think true love is never blind, / But rather brings an added light; / An inner vision quick to find / The beauties hid from common sight..
Father, perfect my trust;Let my spirit feel in death,That her feet are firmly setOn the rock of a living faith!.