“I listen'd, motionless and still;And, as I mounted up the hill,The music in my heart I bore,Long after it was heard no more.”

“The music in my heart I boreLong after it was heard no more.”

“My heart leaps up when I beholdA rainbow in the sky:So was it when my life began;So is it now I am a man;”

“For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.”

“In sleep I heard the northern gleams;The stars they were among my dreams;In sleep did I behold the skies”

“I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deedsWith coldness still returning;Alas! the gratitude of menHas oftener left me mourning.”

“My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky:So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die!The Child is father of the Man;And I could wish my days to beBound each to each by natural piety.”