I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present, to live better in the future.

Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns.

Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither.

The first cuckoo's melancholy cry.

Before us lay a painful road, And guidance have I sought in duteous love From Wisdom's heavenly Father. Hence hath flowed Patience, with trust that, whatsoe'er the way Each takes in this high matter, all may move Cheered with the prospect of a brighter day.

Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.