Habit rules the unreflecting herd.

There is a comfort in the strength of love; 'Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.

A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven.

Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.

The Eagle, he was lord above

And through the heat of conflict keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.

'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.