The wealthiest man among us is the best

He who feels contempt for any living thing hath faculties that he hath never used, and thought with him is in its infancy.

The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink'

O dearer far than light and life are dear.

As generations come and go, Their arts, their customs, ebb and flow; Fate, fortune, sweep strong powers away, And feeble, of themselves, decay.

Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history?

Wisdom and spirit of the Universe!