Ah! From The Soul Itself Must Issue

All Powerful Souls Have Kindred With Each Other

He Knows Well The Evening Star, And Once When He Awoke, In A Most Distressful Mood (some Inward Pain Had Made Up That Strange Thing, An Infant's Dream), I Hurried With Him To Our Orchard Plot, And He Beheld The Moon, And Hushed At Once. Suspends His Sobs And Laughs Most Silently. While His Fair Eyes, That Swam With Undropped Tears, Did Glitter In The Yellow Moonbeam.

In Wonder All Philosophy Began, In Wonder It Ends, And Admiration Fill Up The Interspace; But The First Wonder Is The Offspring Of Ignorance, The Last Is The Parent Of Adoration.

Death Came With Friendly Care; The Opening Bud To Heaven Conveyed, And Bade It Blossom There.

Nature Never Deserts The Wise And Pure; No Plot So Narrow, Be But Nature There; No Waste So Vacant, But May Well Employ Each Faculty Of Sense, And Keep The Heart Awake To Love And Beauty.