Every age, Through being beheld too close, is ill-discerned By those who have not lived past it.

Since when was genius found respectable?

There are nettles everywhere, but smooth, green grasses are more common still; the blue of heaven is larger than the cloud.

With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right the music of my nature.

How many desolate creatures on the earth have learnt the simple dues of fellowship and social comfort, in a hospital.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.

May the good God pardon all good men.