There is creation in the eye.

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.

Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.

Neither evil tongues, rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all the dreary intercourse of daily life, shall ever prevail against us.

For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.

What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how.

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