The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.

I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

'Tis always morning somewhere, and aboveThe awakening continents, from shore to shore,Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.

There are favorable hours for reading a book, as for writing it.

Look, then, into thine heart, and write!

Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate, Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait.

Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are happiest.