The World Was All Before Them, Where

But Let My Due Feet Never Fail To Walk The Studious Cloisters Pale, And Love The High Embowed Roof, With Antique Pillars Massy Proof, And Storied Windows Richly Dight; Casting A Dim Religious Light.

Thou Canst Not Touch The Freedom Of My Mind.

To Be Blind Is Not Miserable; Not To Be Able To Bear Blindness, That Is Miserable.

Not To Know Me Argues Yourselves Unknown.

Cedar, And Pine, And Fir, And Branching Palm, A Sylvan Scene, And As The Ranks Ascend Shade Above Shade, A Woody Theatre Of Stateliest View.