The childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day.
Him that yon soars on golden wing, guiding the fiery-wheelèd throne, the Cherub Contemplation.
Believe and be confirmed.
Truth and understanding are not such wares as to be monopolized and traded in by tickets and statutes and standards. We must not think to make a staple commodity of all the knowledge in the land, to mark and license it like our broadcloth and our woolpacks.
Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.
As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore. Or if I would delight my private hours With music or with poem, where so soon As in our native language can I find That solace?