Far From The Madding Crowd's

Where Once My Careless Childhood Strayed, / A Stranger Yet To Pain.

Full Many A Gem Of Purest Ray Serene, The Dark Unfathomed Caves Of Ocean Bear.

We Frolic While 'tis May.

The Different Steps And Degrees Of Education May Be Compared To The Artificer's Operations Upon Marble; It Is One Thing To Dig It Out Of The Quarry, And Another To Square It, To Give It Gloss And Lustre, Call Forth Every Beautiful Spot And Vein, Shape It Into A Column, Or Animate It Into A Statue.

The Hues Of Bliss More Brightly Glow, Chastis'd By Sabler Tints Of Woe.