Patience wins the race.
Obstinacy and vehemency in opinion are the surest proofs of stupidity.
That thorny path, those stormy skies, have drawn our spirits nearer;
and rendered us, by sorrow's ties, each to the other dearer.
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.
As I walk'd by myself, I talk'd to myself, And myself replied to me;
And the questions myself then put to myself, With their answers I give to thee.
