Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!

To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together... humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.

Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.

But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things.

I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy, The sleepless soul that perished in his pride; Of him who walked in glory and in joy, Following his plough, along the mountain-side. By our own spirits we are deified; We Poets in our youth begin in gladness, But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.

The child is father of the man: And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.

And suddenly all your troubles melt away, all your worries are gone, and it is for no reason other than the look in your partner's eyes. Yes, sometimes life and love really is that simple.