Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven.

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!

Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

Often have I sighed to measure By myself a lonely pleasure,- Sighed to think I read a book, Only read, perhaps, by me.

Father! - to God himself we cannot give a holier name.

Thought and theory must precede all action, that moves to salutary purposes. Yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.

His high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright.