Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
Take the sweet poetry of life away, and what remains behind?
Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel To self-reproach.
Laying out grounds... may be considered as a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.... it is to assist Nature in moving the affections... the affections of those who have the deepest perception of the beauty of Nature.
The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration.
Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice; The confidence of reason give, And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live!