If thou art beautiful, and youth and thought endue thee with all truth-be strong;--be worthy of the grace of God.

Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.

The tears into his eyes were brought, And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. -I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning.

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.

And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain.

The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket.

With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.