If thou art beautiful, and youth and thought endue thee with all truth-be strong;--be worthy of the grace of God.
Stop thinking for once in your life!
"One impulse from a vernal wood
And when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew Soul-animating strains,-alas! too few.
Delivered from the galling yoke of time.
Yet tears to human suffering are due; And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.