Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!

Generations pass while some tree stands, and old families last not three oaks.

What joy is better than the news of friends?

In heaven I yearn for knowledge, account all else inanity; On earth I confess an itch for the praise of fools - that's vanity

Make no more giants, God!But elevate the race at once!

Therefore I summon age / To grant youth's heritage.

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.