There, shalt thou gather up the ravelled skeins of feeling,
And mend the nets of usefulness, and rest awhile for duties;
There, thou shalt hive thy lore, and eat the fruits of study,
For Solitude delighteth well to feed on many thoughts:
There, as thou sittest peaceful, communing with fancy,
The precious poetry of life shall gild its leaden cares:
There, as thou walkest by the sea, beneath the gentle stars,
Many kindling seeds of good will sprout within thy soul;
Thou shalt weep in Solitude,—thou shalt pray in Solitude,
Thou shalt sing for joy of heart, and praise the grace of Solitude.