O Reader! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle Reader! you would find A tale in everything.
May books and nature be their early joy!
The unconquerable pang of despised love.
Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.
Let Nature be your teacher
Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold The likeness of whate'er on land is seen.