Delivered from the galling yoke of time.

Serene will be our days, and bright and happy will our nature be, when love is an unerring light, and joy its own security.

And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore.

Habit rules the unreflecting herd.

The wealthiest man among us is the best

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man.

To be young was very heaven!