But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for humankind, Is happy as a lover.

Let the moon shine on the in thy solitary walk; and let the misty mountain-winds be free to blow against thee.

Take the sweet poetry of life away, and what remains behind?

To be a Prodigal's favourite,-then, worse truth, A Miser's pensioner,-behold our lot!

That blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened.

Minds that have nothing to confer Find little to perceive.

The wealthiest man among us is the best