That, chang'd thro' all and yet in all the same, Great in the Earth as in th' Ætherial frame, Warms in the Sun, refreshes in the Breeze, Glows in the Stars, and blossoms in the Trees... Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part... Submit - in this, or any other Sphere, Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear. All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee; All Chance, Direction which thou canst not see; All Discord, Harmony not understood... All partial Evil, universal Good.

Death, only death, can break the lasting chain; And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain

The laughers are a majority.

The enormous faith of many made for one.

And write about it, Goddess, and about it!

For critics, as they are birds of prey, have ever a natural inclination to carrion.

Whate'er the talents, or howe'er designed, We hang one jingling padlock on the mind.