Free as a bird to settle where I will.

Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn

Thought and theory must precede all action, that moves to salutary purposes. Yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.

And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life and death.

My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.

Earth has not anything to show more fair.

Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again.