Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray.

Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.

Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.

A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free.

. . .this prayer I make, Knowing that Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 't is her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.

Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark.

And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.