What know we of the Blest above but that they sing, and that they love?

The thought of our past years in me doth breed perpetual benedictions.

But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!.

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

Sweet Mercy! to the gates of heaven This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven; The rueful conflict, the heart riven With vain endeavour, And memory of Earth's bitter leaven Effaced forever.

Everything is tedious when one does not read with the feeling of the Author.

The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink'