Oft In Dreams Invention We Bestow To

In Vain Sedate Reflections We Would Make When Half Our Knowledge We Must Snatch, Not Take.

Soft Is The Strain When Zephyr Gently Blows.

[t]hro’ This Air, This Ocean, And This Earth, All Nature Quick, And Bursting Into Birth. Above, How High Progressive Life May Go? Around How Wide? How Deep Extend Below? Vast Chain Of Being! Which From God Began, Ethereal Essence, Spirit, Substance, Man, Beast, Bird, Fish, Insect! What No Eye Can See, No Glass Can Reach! From Infinite To Thee! From Thee To Nothing.... From Nature’s Chain Whatever Link You Strike, Tenth, Or Ten Thousandth, Breaks The Chain Alike.... All Are But Parts Of One Stupendous Whole: Whose Body Nature Is, And God The Soul.

The Blest To-day Is As Completely So, As Who Began A Thousand Years Ago.

The Mouse That Always Trusts To One Poor Hole Can Never Be A Mouse Of Any Soul.