Let friend trust friends, and love demand love's like.

Oh, good gigantic smile o' the brown old earth, This autumn morning! How he sets his bones To bask i' the sun, and thrusts out knees and feet. From the ripple to run over in its mirth

Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.

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.

My care is for myself; Myself am whole and sole reality.

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.

Go practice if you please with men and women: leave a child alone for Christ's particular love's sake!