That to this mountain-daisy's self were known The beauty of its star-shaped shadow, thrown On the smooth surface of this naked stone!
That to this mountain-daisy's ...
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Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be? It is the generous spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought: Whose high endeavors are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright: Who, with a natural instinct to discern What knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn; And in himself posses his own desire
All men feel a habitual gratitude, and something of an honorable bigotry, for the objects which have long continued to please them.
Bound each to each by natural piety.
The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears.
