Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray.
And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
To the solid ground Of nature trusts the Mind that builds for aye.
Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man.
Open-mindedness is the harvest of a quiet eye.