In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness.

Prompt to move but firm to wait - knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.

Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none; / Look up a second time, and, one by one, / You mark them twinkling out with silvery light, / And wonder how they could elude the sight!

The eye— it cannot choose but see; we cannot bid the ear be still; our bodies feel, where'er they be, against or with our will.

A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.

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

The earth was all before me. With a heart Joyous, nor scared at its own liberty, I look about; and should the chosen guide Be nothing better than a wandering cloud, I cannot miss my way.