Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
The intellectual power, through words and things, Went sounding on a dim and perilous way!
Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold The likeness of whate'er on land is seen.
May books and nature be their early joy!
Open-mindedness is the harvest of a quiet eye.
And when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory images and precious thoughts That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.