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

Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives.

And I am happy when I sing.

From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.

Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent.

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

A brotherhood of venerable trees.