Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless.

Let the moon shine on the in thy solitary walk; and let the misty mountain-winds be free to blow against thee.

Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness.

... and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.

Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue.

These hoards of wealth you can unlock at will.