Earth being so good, would heaven seem best?

We find great things are made of little things, And little things go lessening till at last Comes God behind them.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

How strange now, looks the life he makes us lead; So free we seem, so fettered fast we are!

Most progress is most failure.

O world, as God has made it! All is beauty.

Once more on my adventure brave and new.