With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
How many undervalue the power of simplicity ! But it is the real key to the heart.
Pleasure is spread through the earth In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
We have within ourselves Enough to fill the present day with joy, And overspread the future years with hope.
Let Nature be your teacher.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
That best portion of a man’s life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.
Rest and be thankful.
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
All that we behold is full of blessings.
Father! – to God himself we cannot give a holier name.
The ocean is a mighty harmonist.
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Thought and theory must precede all salutary action; yet action is nobler in itself than either thought or theory.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar;.
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.
Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science.
Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-caluculated less or more.