Contemplation Is Wisdom's Best Nurse.

A Beardless Cynic Is The Shame Of Nature.

And The Jocund Rebecks Sound To Many A Youth, And Many A Maid, Dancing In The Checkered Shade. And Young And Old Come Forth To Play On A Sunshine Holiday.

They Who Have Put Out The People's Eyes Reproach Them Of Their Blindness.

Truth Is As Impossible To Be Soiled By Any Outward Touch As The Sunbeam.

So Sinks The Day-star In The Ocean Bed, And Yet Anon Repairs His Drooping Head, And Tricks His Beams, And With New-spangled Ore Flames In The Forehead Of The Morning Sky.