How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.

What know we of the Blest above but that they sing, and that they love?

Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: We murder to dissect.

That kill the bloom before its time, And blanch, without the owner's crime, The most resplendent hair.

Two voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice.

As generations come and go, Their arts, their customs, ebb and flow; Fate, fortune, sweep strong powers away, And feeble, of themselves, decay.

The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an angel's wing.