“To HeraO Royal Hera of majestic mien, aerial-form'd, divine, Zeus' blessed queen,Thron'd in the bosom of cærulean air, the race of mortals is thy constant care.The cooling gales thy pow'r alone inspires, which nourish life, which ev'ry life desires.Mother of clouds and winds, from thee alone producing all things, mortal life is known:All natures share thy temp'rament divine, and universal sway alone is thine.With founding blasts of wind, the swelling sea and rolling rivers roar, when shook by thee.Come, blessed Goddess, fam'd almighty queen, with aspect kind, rejoicing and serene.”

“Wedding HymnFather, within Thy House todayWe wait Thy kindly love to see;Since thou hast said in truth that theyWho dwell in love are one with Thee,Bless those who for Thy blessing wait,Their love accept and consecrate.Dear Lord of love, whose Heart of Fire,So full of pity for our sin,Was once in that Divine DesireBroken, Thy Bride to woo and win:Look down and bless them from aboveAnd keep their hearts alight with love.Blest Spirit, who with life and lightDidst quicken chaos to Thy praise,Whose energy, in sin's despite,Still lifts our nature up to grace;Bless those who here in troth consent.Creator, crown Thy Sacrament.Great One in Three, of Whom are namedAll families in earth and heaven,Hear us, who have Thy promise claimed,And let a wealth of grace be given;Grant them in life and death to beEach knit to each, and both to Thee.”

“Oh teach the mind t' aetherial heights to rise,And view familiar, in its native skies,Thy source of good; thy splendor to descry,And on thy self, undazled, fix her eye.Oh quicken this dull mass of mortal clay;Shine through the soul, and drive its clouds away!For thou art Light. In thee the righteous findCalm rest, and soft serenity of mind;Thee they regard alone; to thee they tend;At once our great original and end,At once our means, our end, our guide, our way,Our utmost bound, and our eternal stay!”

“Let thy fortune be what it will, 'tis thy mind alone that makes thee poor or rich, miserable or happy.”

“Pass then through this little space of time conformably to nature, and end thy journey in content, just as an olive falls off when it is ripe, blessing nature who produced it, and thanking the tree on which it grew.”

“Thy soul shall find itself alone ’Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone—Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness—for then The spirits of the dead who stood In life before thee are again In death around thee—and their will Shall overshadow thee: be still. [...]”