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.

Opinion in good men is but knowledge in the making.

Sable-vested Night, eldest of things.

All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield.

My mansion is, where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth.

These are thy glorious works, Parent of good!