Follow thou thy choice.
Yet will that beauteous image make The dreary sea less drear And thy remembered smile will wake The hope that tramples fear
The groves were God's first temples.
The hushed winds their Sabbath keep.
He [William Henry Harrison] did not live long enough to prove his incapacity for the office of President.
The birch-bark canoe of the savage seems to me one of the most beautiful and perfect things of the kind constructed by human art.