If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour?

The bearing and the training of a child Is woman's wisdom.

A classic lecture, rich in sentiment, With scraps of thundrous Epic lilted out By violet-hooded Doctors, elegies And quoted odes, and jewels five-words-long, That on the stretched forefinger of all Time Sparkle for ever.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver.

As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.

Live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind. For they lie beside their nectar, and the bolts are hurled Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curled Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world.

God's finger touched him, and he slept.