God's unique capacity is too surprising to surprise.

You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself.

Those who lift their hats shall see Nature as devout do God.

Assent - and you are sane - Demur - and you're straightaway dangerous - and handled with a chain.

When he tells us about his Father, we distrust him. When he shows us his Home, we turn away, but when he confides to us that he is acquainted with grief, we listen, for that also is an acquaintance of our own.

To see her is a picture- To hear her is a tune- To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June- To know her not-Affliction- To own her for a Friend A warmth as near as if the the Sun Were shining in your Hand.

I hope your rambles have been sweet, and your reveries spacious