Delivered from the galling yoke of time.

Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again.

The education of circumstances is superior to that of tuition.

She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love and thought and joy.

Yet sometimes, when the secret cup Of still and serious thought went round, It seemed as if he drank it up, He felt with spirit so profound.

One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.

At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.