Let Nature be your teacher

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

The thought of our past years in me doth breed perpetual benedictions.

On a fair prospect some have looked, And felt, as I have heard them say, As if the moving time had been A thing as steadfast as the scene On which they gazed themselves away.

Oft in my way have I stood still, though but a casual passenger, so much I felt the awfulness of life.

In heaven above, And earth below, they best can serve true gladness Who meet most feelingly the calls of sadness.

But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.