Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air; Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.

Old April wanes, and her last dewy morn Her death-bed steeps in tears; to hail the May New blooming blossoms neath the sun are born, And all poor April's charms are swept away.

The best way to avoid a bad action is by doing a good one, for there is no difficulty in the world like that of trying to do nothing.

For Nature is love, and finds haunts for true love, Where nothing can hear or intrude; It hides from the eagle and joins with the dove, In beautiful green solitude.

So dull and dark are the November days. The lazy mist high up the evening curled, And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze; The place we occupy seems all the world.

How oft a summer shower has started me; to seek the shelter of a hollow tree

I long for scenes where man has never trod;... There to abide with my Creator, God.