A child's kiss Set on thy sighing lips shall make thee glad; A poor man served by thee shall make thee rich; A sick man helped by thee shall make thee strong; Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense Of service which thou renderest.

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

Books are men of higher stature, and the only men that speak aloud for future times to hear.

Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west.

Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.

What we call Life is a condition of the soul. And the soul must improve in happiness and wisdom, except by its own fault. These tears in our eyes, these faintings of the flesh, will not hinder such improvement.

XI I sang his name instead of song; Over and over I sang his name: Backward and forward I sang it along, With my sweetest notes, it was still the same! I sang it low, that the slave-girls near Might never guess, from what they could hear, That all the song was a name.