Excerpt from Thoughts in Past YearsBut crouching from the dark December gale Sits window'd Raggedness, and blows her nail With empty wallet. Yet, if ought be known Fruitful of golden thoughts in penury sown, Thine urn may ¿ow with gold and never fail, A hidden well no wintry chains can marr.E'en now if there some Spirit's shadowy car Were lingering, thou to him thy summer mirth, And lovelier hues may'st wear for toys of earth Fortune may gild, but night to worlds afar Openeth thine eye, and things of heav'nly birth.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.