One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.
The silence that is in the starry sky, / The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Spires whose "silent finger points to heaven."
We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer's joy.
Sweet Mercy! to the gates of heaven This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven; The rueful conflict, the heart riven With vain endeavour, And memory of Earth's bitter leaven Effaced forever.