Saints will aid if men will call: For the blue sky bends over all! - Samuel Taylor Coleridge

How seldom, Friend! a good great man inherits Honour or wealth, with all his worth and pains! It sounds like stories from the land of spirits, If any man obtain that which he merits, Or any merit that which he obtains. . For shame, dear Friend! renounce this canting strain! … Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends!
Hath he not always treasures, always friends,
The good great man? Three treasures, and ,
And , regular as infants' breath;
And three firm friends, more sure than day and night,
, his , and the Angel .

Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare,
And shot my being through earth, sea, and air,
Possessing all things with intensest love,
O Liberty! my spirit felt thee there.

Blest hour! it was a luxury — to be!