With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.

And now I see with eye sereneThe very pulse of the machine.

The intellectual power, through words and things,Went sounding on a dim and perilous way!

Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep/ Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind.

I am already kindly disposed towards you. My friendship it is not in my power to give: this is a gift which no man can make, it is not in our own power: a sound and healthy friendship is the growth of time and circumstance, it will spring up and thrive.

We have within ourselvesEnough to fill the present day with joy,And overspread the future years with hope.