Wisdom sits with children round her knees.

If thou art beautiful, and youth and thought endue thee with all truth-be strong;--be worthy of the grace of God.

Milton, thou should'st be living at this hour.

Ah, what a warning for a thoughtless man, Could field or grove, could any spot of earth, Show to his eye an image of the pangs Which it hath witnessed,-render back an echo Of the sad steps by which it hath been trod!

When his veering gait And every motion of his starry train Seem governed by a strain Of music, audible to him alone.

Delivered from the galling yoke of time.

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