“ Though love and song may fail, alas!
⁠To keep life’s clouds away,
At least ’twill make them lighter pass,
⁠Or gild them if they stay.
If ever care his discord flings
⁠O’er life’s enchanted strain,
Let love but gently touch the strings,
⁠’Twill all be sweet again.
⁠⁠I give thee all, &c.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ The brightest still the fleetest,
All that’s sweet was made
But to be lost when sweetest!
Stars that shine and fall,
The flower that droops in springing,
These, alas! are types of all
To which our hearts are clinging. ”

“ Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there’s no place like home,
A charm from the sky seems to hallow us there,
which seek through the world is ne’er met with elsewhere. ”