The child shall become father to the man.

"What is good for a bootless bene?" With these dark words begins my tale; And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring When prayer is of no avail?

And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain.

Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.

And when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory images and precious thoughts That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.

Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man.

A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.