Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.

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

That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair.

That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.

She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love.

Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there In happier beauty; more pellucid streams, An ampler ether, a diviner air, And fields invested with purpureal gleams.

The education of circumstances is superior to that of tuition.