Be Noble In Every Thought

All Sense Of Hearing And Of Sight Enfold In The Serene Delight And Quietude Of Sleep.

They Who Live In History Only Seemed To Walk The Earth Again.

With Many Readers, Brilliancy Of Style Passes For Affluence Of Thought; They Mistake Buttercups In The Grass For Immeasurable Gold Mines Under Ground.

And All The Air Is Filled With Pleasant Noise Of Waters

O Gift Of God! O Perfect Day: Whereon Shall No Man Work, But Play; Whereon It Is Enough For Me, Not To Be Doing, But To Be!