Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the sea: Listen! the mighty being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thundereverlastingly.

The ocean is a mighty harmonist.

Sweet Mercy! to the gates of heaven This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven; The rueful conflict, the heart riven With vain endeavour, And memory of Earth's bitter leaven Effaced forever.

But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!.

A deep distress has humanised my soul.