Thy Decay's Still Impregnate With Divinity.

Adversity Is The First Path To Truth.

Better To Sink Beneath The Shock Than Moulder Piecemeal On The Rock!

O Thou Beautiful And Unimaginable Ether! And Ye Multiplying Masses Of Increased And Still Increasing Lights! What Are Ye? What Is This Blue Wilderness Of Interminable Air, Where Ye Roll Along, As I Have Seen The Leaves Along The Limpid Streams Of Eden? Is Your Course Measur'd For Ye? Or Do Ye Sweep On In Your Unbounded Revelry Through An Aerial Universe Of Endless Expansion,--at Which My Soul Aches To Think,-- Intoxicated With Eternity.

Then Stirs The Feeling Infinite, So Felt In Solitude, Where We Are Least Alone.

Her Great Merit Is Finding Out Mine; There Is Nothing So Amiable As Discernment.