Extracts emotions beautiful and new,
Hived in our bosoms like the bag o’ the bee.
Think’st thou the honey with those objects grew?
Alas! ‘t was not in them, but in thy power
To double even the sweetness of a flower.”
“All who joy would win
Must share it; happiness was born a twin.”
“He entered in the house,—his home no more,
For without hearts there is no home—and felt
The solitude of passing his own door