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Whoe’er has travell’d life’s dull round, Where’er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome – at an inn.

Whoe’er among you he may be whose hand Shall bend this bow, and send through these twelve rings An arrow, him I follow hence, and leave This beautiful abode of my young years, With all its plenty,—though its memory, I think, will haunt me even in my dreams.’”

Whoe’er despise thee, let them know The time may come when they may go To some fish wife, and beg to know       If they can buy p. 126The friendship o’ their vanquished foe,       We weeping eye.

"There was from of old a certain natural fellowship of men with heaven, hidden in the darkness of their ignorance, but now on a sudden it has leapt through the darkness and shines resplendent—even as that said by one of old, See'st thou that boundless �ther there on high That laps earth round within its dewy arms? and again, O stay of earth, that hast thy seat on earth, Whoe'er thou art, beyond man's guess to see; and all the rest that the children of the poets sing."

Stranger, whoe'er thou art, securely rest Affianced in my faith, a friendly guest.