True dignity abides with him only, who, in the silent hour of inw

Long have I loved what I behold. The night that calms, the day th

His high endeavors are an inward light That makes the path before

Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.

But Thy most dreaded instrument In working out a pure intent, Is

Hence in a season of calm weather though inland far we be, Our so

One whose heart the holy forms Of young imagination have kept pur

He traveled here, he traveled there But not the value of a hair W

The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

What is pride? a whizzing rocket That would emulate a star.