Serene will be our days, and bright and happy will our nature be, when love is an unerring light, and joy its own security.

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

...one interior life in which all beings live with God, themselves are God, existing in the mighty whole, indistinguishable as the cloudless east is from the cloudless west, when all the hemisphere is one cerulean blue.

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

... and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.

O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice?

Like an army defeated the snow hath retreated.