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.

The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink'

A genial hearth, a hospitable board, and a refined rusticity.

The earth was all before me. With a heart Joyous, nor scared at its own liberty, I look about; and should the chosen guide Be nothing better than a wandering cloud, I cannot miss my way.

Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take that subtle power, the never-halting time.

The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind.

Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream.