Meek Walton's heavenly memory.

And I am happy when I sing.

Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch'd in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

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

This City now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men.

Let the moon shine on the in thy solitary walk; and let the misty mountain-winds be free to blow against thee.