Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent.

Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives.

A few strong instincts and a few plain rules.

In years that bring the philosophic mind.

Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.

The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an angel's wing.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting. Not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come.