The spirit walks of every day deceased.
A God alone can comprehend a God.
What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature; around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!
We nothing know, but what is marvellous; Yet what is marvellous, we can't believe.
The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.
The clouds may drop down titles and estates, and wealth may seek us, but wisdom must be sought.