Summer Has Set In With Its Usual

O Pure Of Heart! Thou Needest Not Ask Of Me What This Strong Music In The Soul May Be!

An Instinctive Taste Teaches Men To Build Their Churches With Spire Steeples Which Point As With A Silent Finger To The Sky And Stars.

I Do Not Call The Sod Under My Feet My Country; But Language-religion-government-blood-identity In These Makes Men Of One Country.

Now Art, Used Collectively For Painting, Sculpture, Architecture And Music, Is The Mediatress Between, And Reconciler Of, Nature And Man. It Is, Therefore, The Power Of Humanizing Nature, Of Infusing The Thoughts And Passions Of Man Into Everything Which Is The Object Of His Contemplation.

And Looking To The Heaven, That Bends Above You, How Oft! I Bless The Lot, That Made Me Love You.