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

Thou has left behind Powers that will work for thee,-air, earth, and skies! There 's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind.

Minds that have nothing to confer Find little to perceive.

This solitary Tree! a living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay; Of form and aspect too magnificent To be destroyed.

The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.

Far from the world I walk, and from all care.