A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.

Oft in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.

Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history?

I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused, whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, and the round ocean, and the living air, and the blue sky, and in the mind of man.

Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

For youthful faults ripe virtues shall atone.

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.