I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power to give: this is a gift which no man can make, it is not in our own power: a sound and healthy friendship is the growth of time and circumstance, it will spring up and thrive like a wildflower when these favour, and when they do not, it is in vain to look for it.

Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.

How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land!

The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an angel's wing.

That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

For nature then to me was all in all.

I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.