Stop thinking for once in your life!
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink'
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
To me the meanest flower that blows can give thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
May books and nature be their early joy!
In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.