Blessed Is The Healthy Nature; It Is

How Astonishingly Does The Chance Of Leaving The World Improve A Sense Of Its Natural Beauties Upon Us. Like Poor Falstaff, Although I Do Not 'babble,' I Think Of Green Fields; I Muse With The Greatest Affection On Every Flower I Have Know From My Infancy - Their Shapes And Colours Are As New To Me As If I Had Just Created Them With Superhuman Fancy.

The Poetry Of The Earth Is Never Dead.

You Cannot Conceive How I Ache To Be With You: How I Would Die For One Hour.

As The Swiss Inscription Says: Sprechen Ist Silbern, Schweigen Ist Golden,- "speech Is Silvern, Silence Is Golden;" Or, As I Might Rather Express It, Speech Is Of Time, Silence Is Of Eternity.

Much Have I Traveled In The Realms Of Gold, And Many Goodly States And Kingdoms Seen.