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

Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent.

The tears into his eyes were brought, And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. -I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning.

Provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke.

Laying out grounds may be considered a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.

Society became my glittering bride, And airy hopes my children.

His love was like the liberal air, embracing all, to cheer and bless.