A power is passing from the earth.

Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows That for oblivion take their daily birth From all the fuming vanities of earth.

One with more of soul in his face than words on his tongue.

Heaven lies about us in our infancy.

In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard seat And birds and flowers once more to greet. . . .

To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together... humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.

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