That blessed mood in which the burthen of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world is lightened.

Because the good old rule Sufficeth them,-the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can.

Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will; Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!

Knowing that Nature never did betray the heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, through all the years of this our life, to lead from joy to joy.

But how can he expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all?

Miss not the occasion; by the forelock take that subtle power, the never-halting time.

Of friends, however humble, scorn not one.