Father! - to God himself we cannot give a holier name.
A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free.
Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither.
Small service is true service, while it lasts.
We live by admiration, hope and love.
Not in Utopia, -- subterranean fields, --Or some secreted island, Heaven knows whereBut in the very world, which is the worldOf all of us, -- the place where in the endWe find our happiness, or not at all