Wisdom sits with children round her knees.

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

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar.

"What is good for a bootless bene?" With these dark words begins my tale; And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring When prayer is of no avail?

Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.

A cheerful life is what the Muses love. A soaring spirit is their prime delight.

A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows.