Such Joy Ambition Finds.

With Cowslips Wan That Hang The Pensive Head, And Every Flower That Sad Embroidery Wears.

O Impotence Of Mind, In Body Strong! But What Is Strength Without A Double Share Of Wisdom, Vast, Unwieldy, Burdensome, Proudly Secure, Yet Liable To Fall By Weakest Subtleties, Not Made To Rule, But To Subserve Where Wisdom Bears Command.

From That High Mount Of God Whence Light And Shade Spring Both, The Face Of Brightest Heaven Had Changed To Grateful Twilight.

To Live A Life Half Dead, A Living Death.

Our Country Is Where Ever We Are Well Off.