In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration: - feelings, too, Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.

Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face.

Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.

Dreams, books, are each a world.

All that we behold is full of blessings.

Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark.

A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven.