As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.

In years that bring the philosophic mind.

That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.

Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows That for oblivion take their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of earth.

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

Death is the quiet haven of us all.

His high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright.