In the first is the last, in thy will is my power to believe.

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

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.

The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.

If you can sit at set of sun And count the deeds that you have done And counting find oneself-denying act, one word That eased the heart of him that heard. One glance most kind, Which fell like sunshine where he went, Then you may count that day well spent.

The only fault's with time; All men become good creatures: but so slow!

O woman-country! wooed not wed, Loved all the more by earth's male-lands, Laid to their hearts instead.