As if the world and they were hand and glove.
Unmissed but by his dogs and by his groom.
The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
Where thou art gone, adieus and farewells are a sound unknown.
There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart; he does not feel for man.
To trace in Nature's most minute design The signature and stamp of power divine. ... The Invisible in things scarce seen revealed, To whom an atom is an ample field.