Meek Walton's heavenly memory.

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

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

It is the 1st mild day of March. Each minute sweeter than before... there is a blessing in the air.

This solitary Tree! a living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay; Of form and aspect too magnificent To be destroyed.

We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud, And magnify thy name Almighty God! But man is thy most awful instrument, In working out a pure intent.

For oft, when on my couch I lie in vacant or in pensive mood they flash upon that inward eye which is the bliss of solitude