The Human Voice Is The

Look, Then, Into Thine Heart, And Write!

Love Contending With Friendship, And Self With Each Generous Impulse. To And Fro In His Breast His Thoughts Were Heaving And Dashing, As In A Foundering Ship.

Under A Spreading Chestnut-tree The Village Smithy Stands; The Smith, A Mighty Man Is He, With Large And Sinewy Hands; And The Muscles Of His Brawny Arms Are Strong As Iron Bands.

Intelligence And Courtesy Not Always Are Combined; Often In A Wooden House A Golden Room We Find.

Nothing With God Can Be Accidental.