The education of circumstances is superior to that of tuition.

'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.

By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same!

Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains; and of all that we behold from this green earth.

Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays.

She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love.

The unconquerable pang of despised love.