Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.

Poetry is most just to its divine origin, when it administers the comforts and breathes the thoughts of religion.

From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.

The child is father of the man.

Wisdom sits with children round her knees.

That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

Monastic brotherhood, upon rock Aerial.