His Religion At Best Is An Anxious

A Man's Life Of Any Worth Is A Continual Allegory.

Was It A Vision Or A Waking Dream? Fled Is That Music--do I Wake Or Sleep?

Should Disappointment, Parent Of Despair, Strive For Her Son To Seize My Careless Heart; When, Like A Cloud, He Sits Upon The Air, Preparing On His Spell-bound Prey To Dart: Chase Him Away, Sweet Hope, With Visage Bright, And Fright Him As The Morning Frightens Night!

Blessed Is The Healthy Nature; It Is The Coherent, Sweetly Co-operative, Not Incoherent, Self-distracting, Self-destructive One!

O For A Life Of Sensations Rather Than Of Thoughts!