Sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom.

To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language.

Much has seen said of the wisdom of old age. Old age is wise, I grant, for itself, but not wise for the community. It is wise in declining new enterprises, for it has not the power nor the time to execute them; wise in shrinking from difficulty, for it has not the strength to overcome it; wise in avoiding danger, for it lacks the faculty of ready and swift action, by which dangers are parried and converted into advantages. But this is not wisdom for mankind at large, by whom new enterprises must be undertaken, dangers met, and difficulties surmounted.

Is not thy home among the flowers?

Flowers spring up unsown and die ungathered.

Music is not merely a study, it is an entertainment; wherever there is music there is a throng of listeners.