But who shall parcel out His intellect by geometric rules, Split like a province into round and square?

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.

Who, doomed to go in company with Pain And Fear and Bloodshed,-miserable train!- Turns his necessity to glorious gain.

Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.

His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless.

The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration.

What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how.