Man Errs, Till He Has

Could We Perfect Human Nature, We Might Also Expect A Perfect State Of Things.

Thinking Is More Interesting Than Knowing, But Less Interesting Than Looking.

How Fair Doth Nature Appear Again! How Bright The Sunbeams! How Smiles The Plain! The Flow'rs Are Bursting From Ev'ry Bough, And Thousand Voices Each Bush Yields Now. And Joy And Gladness Fill Ev'ry Breast! Oh Earth!-oh Sunlight! Oh Rapture Blest! Oh Love! Oh Loved One!

As Beauteous Is The World, And Many A Joy Floats Through Its Wide Dominion. But, Alas, When We Would Seize The Winged Good, It Flies.

It Would Be A Lowly Art That Allowed Itself To Be Understood All At Once.