To the solid ground Of nature trusts the Mind that builds for aye.

Before us lay a painful road, And guidance have I sought in duteous love From Wisdom's heavenly Father. Hence hath flowed Patience, with trust that, whatsoe'er the way Each takes in this high matter, all may move Cheered with the prospect of a brighter day.

As generations come and go, Their arts, their customs, ebb and flow; Fate, fortune, sweep strong powers away, And feeble, of themselves, decay.

Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound.

Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind--But how could I forget thee?

That inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude.

How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land!