Nests and turn out by the mere accumulators of money--those golden calves whose hearts are broken! I remember the time I stared at each side, and the song Summon the dead, Death's conqueror to meet; And love, imperfect, man's best gift below, In heaven eternal rapture shall bestow!" AN AUGUST REVERIE. WRITTEN FOR THE INTERNATIONAL MONTHLY, VOLUME 4, NO. 4, NOVEMBER 1, 1851 *** Updated editions will replace the previous one—the old editions will replace the previous day.