The Sun whispers, O remember! You have but thirty days to run, O sweet September! - Francis Turner Palgrave

When once the mind has raised itself to grasp and to delight in excellence, those who love most will be found to love most wisely.

There is a garden where lilies And roses are side by side; And all day between them in silence The silken butterflies glide.

The azure lake is argent now Beneath the pale moonshine: I seek a sign of hope in heaven: Fair Polestar! thou are mine. A thousand other beacons blaze; I follow thee alone...