In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness.
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.
That mighty orb of song, The divine Milton.
Wisdom married to immortal verse.
"One impulse from a vernal wood
There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.