There is a comfort in the strength of love; 'Twill make a thing endurable, which else would overset the brain, or break the heart.

Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays.

The silence that is in the starry sky, / The sleep that is among the lonely hills.

Far from the world I walk, and from all care.

This solitary Tree! a living thing Produced too slowly ever to decay; Of form and aspect too magnificent To be destroyed.

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.

The child is father of the man.