For youthful faults ripe virtues shall atone.

The mind of man is a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells.

My apprehension comes in crowds, I dread the rustling of the grass, The very shadows of the clouds, Have power to shake me as they pass, I question things and do not find, one that will answer to my mind, And all the world appears unkind.

The vision and the faculty divine; Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse.

When his veering gait And every motion of his starry train Seem governed by a strain Of music, audible to him alone.

Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays.

A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.