Dear As The Light That

Ah, Happy Hills! Ah, Pleasing Shade! Ah, Fields Beloved In Vain! Where Once My Careless Childhood Stray'd, A Stranger Yet To Pain! I Feel The Gales That From Ye Blow A Momentary Bliss Bestow.

Ye Towers Of Julius, London's Lasting Shame, With Many A Foul And Midnight Murder Fed.

Ah, Tell Them They Are Men!

Beyond The Limits Of A Vulgar Fate, Beneath The Good How Far,-but Far Above The Great.

Youth Smiles Without Any Reason. It Is One Of Its Chiefest Charms.