The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on a dim and perilous way!

All that we behold is full of blessings.

Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.

And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner's eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.

In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration: - feelings, too, Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.

These hoards of wealth you can unlock at will.

Two voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice.