Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men.

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

Science appears but what in truth she is, Not as our glory and our absolute boast, But as a succedaneum, and a prop To our infirmity.

But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.

May books and nature be their early joy!

My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.

Thou unassuming common-place of Nature, with that homely face.