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I just want to say, good night, sweet prince, may flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
You know, Saint Augustine said our hearts are restless 'til they rest in thee. And I had a restlessness in my heart. Something just wasn't quite right.
Ah! destructive Ignorance, what shall be done to chase thee out of the World!
There's not a wind but whispers of thy name; And not a flow'r that grows beneath the moon, But in its hues and fragrance tells a tale Of thee, my love.
Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
Only trust thyself, and another shall not betray thee.
Welcome, wild harbinger of spring! To this small nook of earth; Feeling and fancy fondly cling, Round thoughts which owe their birth, To thee, and to the humble spot, Where chance has fixed thy lowly lot.
Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.
Our Father and Our God, unto thee, O Lord we lift our souls.
Keep up appearances; there lies the test. The world will give thee credit for the rest.
