Oh the wild joys of living! The leaping from rock to rock ... the cool silver shock of the plunge in a pool's living waters.
God! Thou art love! I build my faith on that.
The only fault's with time; All men become good creatures: but so slow!
What I aspired to be and was not, comforts me.
Praise is deeper than the lips
Shakespeare was of us, Milton was of us, Burns, Shelley, were with us. They watch from their graves!