Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face.

The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs.

Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent.

He murmurs near the running brooks A music sweeter than their own.

Open-mindedness is the harvest of a quiet eye.

The human mind is capable of excitement without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this.

Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.