Thou has left behind Powers that will work for thee,-air, earth, and skies! There 's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind.

Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.

A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven.

One of those heavenly days that cannot die.

And when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew Soul-animating strains,-alas! too few.

Nature's old felicities.

... and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.