Age Is Opportunity No Less Than Youth

O Beautiful, Awful Summer Day, What Hast Thou Given, What Taken Away?

The Spirit-world Around This World Of Sense Floats Like An Atmosphere, And Everywhere Wafts Through These Earthly Mists And Vapours Dense A Vital Breath Of More Ethereal Air.

More And More Do I Feel, As I Advance In Life, How Little We Really Know Of Each Other. Friendship Seems To Me Like The Touch Of Musical-glasses--it Is Only Contact; But The Glasses Themselves, And Their Contents, Remain Quite Distinct And Unmingled.

The Morning Pouring Everywhere, Its Golden Glory On The Air.

Then Stars Arise, And The Night Is Holy.