Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.

Who, doomed to go in company with Pain And Fear and Bloodshed,-miserable train!- Turns his necessity to glorious gain.

Babylon, Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh That would lament her.

'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.

The child is father of the man.

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

The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.