The weight of sadness was in wonder lost.

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.

The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly.

...one interior life in which all beings live with God, themselves are God, existing in the mighty whole, indistinguishable as the cloudless east is from the cloudless west, when all the hemisphere is one cerulean blue.

Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave!

These hoards of wealth you can unlock at will.