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

One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.

Open-mindedness is the harvest of a quiet eye.

Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows That for oblivion take their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of earth.

The light that never was, on sea or land; The consecration, and the Poet's dream.

Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold.

Babylon, Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh That would lament her.