Hard Are The Ways Of Truth, And

It Was The Winter Wild, While The Heaven-born Child, All Meanly Wrapt In The Rude Manger Lies.

Such Joy Ambition Finds.

Thus With The Year Seasons Return, But Not To Me Returns Day, Or The Sweet Approach Of Ev'n Or Morn, Or Sight Of Vernal Bloom, Or Summer's Rose, Or Flocks, Or Herds, Or Human Face Divine.

Courage Never To Submit Of Yield.

Thoughts That Voluntary Move Harmonious Numbers.