Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.
Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take that subtle power, the never-halting time.
To the solid ground Of nature trusts the Mind that builds for aye.
The sightless Milton, with his hair Around his placid temples curled; And Shakespeare at his side,-a freight, If clay could think and mind were weight, For him who bore the world!
And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
A cheerful life is what the Muses love. A soaring spirit is their prime delight.