I fear a permanent Confederation will never be settled; tho the most material articles are I think got thro', so as to give great offence to some, but to my Satisfaction.
Gin a body meet a body Coming thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry?
And you, my Critics! in the chequer'd shade, Admire new light thro' holes yourselves have made.
This vast and solid earth, that blazing sun, Those skies, thro' which it rolls, must all have end. What then is man? The smallest part of nothing.
. . . truth shines brightest thro' the plainest dress.
I am Providence, and Providence is myself together, indissolubly as one, we stand thro' the ages; a fixt monument set aeternally in the shadow of Durfee's ice-clad peak!
I have lived, And seen God's hand thro a life time, And all was for the best.
The lightly-jumping, glowrin' trouts, That thro' my waters play.
Surely tis by faith we are upheld thro such trials-justice will be meted in time to those who fill soft places and malign men who perform heroic duties
The plough of Time breaks up our Eden-land, And tramples down its fruitful flowery prime. Yet thro' the dust of ages living shoots O' the old immortal seed start in the furrows; And, where Love looked on with glorious eye, These quicken'd germs of everlastingness Flower lusty, as of old in Paradise!
Man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.
We shall march prospering,-not thro' his presence; Songs may inspirit us,-not from his lyre; Deeds will be done,-while he boasts his quiescence, Still bidding crouch whom the rest bade aspire.
Faint is the bliss, that never past thro' pain.
We gathered the wild-flowers. Yes, life there seem'd one pure delight; As thro' the field we rov'd. Yes, life there seem'd one pure delight.
Heaven breathes thro' ev'ry member of the whole One common blessing, as one common soul.
The life blood streaming thro' my heart, Or my more dear immortal part, Is not more fondly dear.
