A genial hearth, a hospitable board, and a refined rusticity.

Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history?

But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!.

Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.

When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign is solitude.

Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave!

Thou has left behind Powers that will work for thee,-air, earth, and skies! There 's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind.