O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice?
Tis said, fantastic ocean doth enfold The likeness of whate'er on land is seen.
To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together... humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.
But trailing clouds of glory do we come, From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!.
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns.
Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.