“Mark the spirit of invention everywhere, thy rapid patents, Thy continual workshops, foundries, risen or rising, See, from their chimneys how the tall flame-fires stream.”
“How shall polluted mortals dare To sing Thy glory or Thy grace Beneath Thy feet we lie afar And see but shadows of Thy face.”
“Oh, thou clear spirit, of thy fire thou madest me, and like a true child of fire, I breathe it back to thee.”
“to beThine evermore; youth mingled with thy youth,Age with thine age; in thy grave mine; above,Spirit beside thy spirit; - this the loveGod teacheth man to pray for!”
“But first, on earth as vampire sent,Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent,Then ghastly haunt thy native place,And suck the blood of all thy race.There from thy daughter, sister, wife,At midnight drain the stream of life,Yet loathe the banquet which perforceMust feed thy livid living corse.Thy victims ere they yet expireShall know the demon for their sire,As cursing thee, thou cursing them,Thy flowers are withered on the stem.”
“Rise free from care before the dawn and seek new adventures.Let noon find you at other lakes,And night find you everywhere at home...Grow wild according to thy nature.”