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.

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

Milton, thou should'st be living at this hour.

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

The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.

A light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove.

Poetry is most just to its divine origin, when it administers the comforts and breathes the thoughts of religion.