He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!

He’s more myself than I am

And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day.

How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.

Cold inthe earthand the deepsnow piled abovethee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime's all-serving wave?

We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.

Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.