I thought that the light-house looked lovely as hope, That star on life's tremulous ocean.
This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.
A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.
Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.
Finding the right work is like discovering your own soul in the world.