Worse than idle is compassion if it ends in tears and sighs.
A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven.
Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face.
I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, wherever nature led.
Minds that have nothing to confer Find little to perceive.
Where is it now, the glory and the dream?