A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.

I think I shall return to America even a better patriot than when I left it. A citizen of the United States, travelling on the continent of Europe, finds the contrast between a government of power and a government of opinion forced upon him at every step.

Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.

The groves were God's first temples.

The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep tonight.

The little windflower, whose just opened eye is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.