Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.

God is the perfect poet.

Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.

I count life just a stuff to try the soul's strength on.

The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength.

A minute's success pays the failure of years.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.