Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time, So "Bonnie Doon" but tarry; Blot out the epic's stately rhyme, But spare his "Highland Mary!"

Nothing before, nothing behind; The steps of faith Fall on the seeming void, and find The Rock beneath.

Clothe with life the weak intent, Let me be the thing I meant.

With our sympathy for the wrongdoer we need the old Puritan and Quaker hatred of wrongdoing; with our just tolerance of men and opinions a righteous abhorrence of sin.

I'll lift you and you lift me, and we'll both ascend together.

What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past like the rich pumpkin pie?

So all night long the storm roared on: The morning broke without a sun; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature’s geometric signs, In starry flake, and pellicle, All day the hoary meteor fell; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below,— A universe of sky and snow!