The ocean is a mighty harmonist.

Monastic brotherhood, upon rock Aerial.

Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.

The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears.

But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.

Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays.

Choice word and measured phrase above the reach Of ordinary men.