Truth is truth howe'er it strike.

I trust in Nature for the stable laws Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant And Autumn garner to the end of time. I trust in God,-the right shall be the right And other than the wrong, while he endures. I trust in my own soul, that can perceive The outward and the inward,-Nature's good And God's.

O lyric Love, half angel and half bird. And all a wonder and a wild desire.

Good to forgive, Best to forget.

As is your sort of mind, So is your sort of search: You will find what you desire.

God is the perfect poet, Who in his person acts his own creations.

What? Was man made a wheel-work to wind up, And be discharged, and straight wound up anew? No! grown, his growth lasts; taught, he ne'er forgets: May learn a thousand things, not twice the same.