With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays.

Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither.

Like thoughts whose very sweetness yielded proof that they were born for immortality.

Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good: Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.

But who shall parcel out His intellect by geometric rules, Split like a province into round and square?

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.