I do not call the sod under my feet my country; but language-religion-government-blood-identity in these makes men of one country.

One thought includes all thought, in the sense that a grain of sand includes the universe.

Hence, viper thoughts, that coil around my mind,Reality's dark dream!I turn from you, and listen to the wind,Which long has raved unnoticed.

And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

Our own heart, and not other men's opinion, forms our true honor.

Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place, (Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism, sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon, drops his blue-fringed lids, and holds them close, and hooting at the glorious sun in Heaven, cries out, ''Where is it?''

Ignorance seldom vaults into knowledge.