"Oh, sun! that o'er the western mountains now Goest down in glory! ever beautiful And blessed is thy radiance, whether thou Colourest the eastern heaven and night-mist cool, Till the bright day-star vanish, or on high Climbest and streamest thy white splendours from mid-sky."

"Here the free spirit of mankind, at length, Throws its last fetters off; and who shall place A limit to the giant's unchained strength, Or curb his swiftness in the forward race!"

"Loveliest of lovely things are they, On earth, that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower."

"And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last."

"Weep not that the world changes—did it keep A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep."

"Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen; Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook."

"Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase Are fruits of innocence and blessedness."

"They talk of short-lived pleasures—be it so— pain dies as quickly: stern, hard-featured pain Expires, and lets her weary prisoner go. The fiercest agonies have shortest reign; And after dreams of horror, comes again The welcome morning with its rays of peace."

"The groves were God's first temples."

"Ah, why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd and under roofs That our frail hands have raised?"

"These are the gardens of the Desert, these The unshorn fields, boundless and beautiful, For which the speech of England has no name— The Prairies."

"Maidens hearts are always soft: Would that men's were truer!"

"The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more."

"The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere."

"There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night; And a grief may bid, and evening guest, Bot joy shall come with early light"

"All things that are on earth shall wholly pass away, Except the love of God, which shall live and last for aye."

"Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along."

"He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright."

"Thou unrelenting Past! Strong are the barriers round thy dark domain, And fetters, sure and fast, Hold all that enter thy unbreathing reign."