What thanks I owe thee, and what love! A boundless, endless store, Shall echo through the realms above When time shall be no more. COWPER. RETIREMENT. LEST Retirement, friend to life's decline, mine! How blest is he who crowns, in shades likes these, Who quits a world where strong temptations try, GOLDSMITH. SOLITUDE. HERE is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar : I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal. BYRON. SILENT DEVOTION. HE inward sighs of humble penitence, hymns Are scattered with the sound of common air. JOANNA BAILLIE SILENT DEVOTION. S down in the sunless retreats of the ocean So deep in my bosom the prayer of devotion, MOORE PRAYER. RAYER is the soul's sincere desire, The motion of a hidden fire, That trembles in the breast. Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The upward glancing of an eye, |