One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.

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

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

For nature then to me was all in all.

Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.