Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue.

His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless.

...one interior life in which all beings live with God, themselves are God, existing in the mighty whole, indistinguishable as the cloudless east is from the cloudless west, when all the hemisphere is one cerulean blue.

Prompt to move but firm to wait - knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.

Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.

I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, wherever nature led.

The tears into his eyes were brought, And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. -I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning.