He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,- The past unsighed for, and the future sure.

The thought of our past years in me doth breed perpetual benedictions.

The wealthiest man among us is the best

Poetry is emotion recollected in tranquillity.

Because the good old rule Sufficeth them,-the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can.

I should dread to disfigure the beautiful ideal of the memories of illustrious persons with incongruous features, and to sully the imaginative purity of classical works with gross and trivial recollections.

How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.