I Love Tranquil Solitude.

Hail To Thee, Blithe Spirit!

Are We Not Formed, As Notes Of Music Are, For One Another, Though Dissimilar?

The Wise Want Love; And Those Who Love Want Wisdom.

O! I Burn With Impatience For The Moment Of The Dissolution Of Intolerance; It Has Injured Me.

The Day Becomes More Solemn And Serene When Noon Is Past; There Is A Harmony In Autumn, And A Lustre In Its Sky, Which Through The Summer Is Not Heard Or Seen, As If It Could Not Be, As If It Had Not Been! Thus Let Thy Power, Which Like The Truth Of Nature On My Passive Youth Descended, To My Onward Life Supply Its Calm, To One Who Worships Thee, And Every Form Containing Thee, Whom, Spirit Fair, Thy Spells Did Bind To Fear Himself, And Love All Human Kind.