All that we behold is full of blessings.
In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness.
A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.
The first cuckoo's melancholy cry.
By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same!
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.