The child is father of the man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.

Blessed barrier between day and day.

"A perfect woman, nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort, and command."

"Me this unchartered freedom tires;
I feel the weight of chance-desires:
My hopes no more must change their name,
I long for a repose that ever is the same."

"A power is passing from the earth
To breathless Nature's dark abyss;
But when the great and good depart,
What is it more than this -
That Man who is from God sent forth,
Doth yet again to God return?"