All things are beautiful

I do not own an inch of land, But all I see is mine, — The orchard and the mowing fields, The lawns and gardens fine.

Oh, her heart’s adrift with one On an endless voyage gone! Night and morning Hannah’s at the window binding shoes.

These blossoms, gathered in familiar paths, With dear companions now passed out of sight, Shall not be laid upon their graves. They live, Since love is deathless. Pleasure now nor pride Is theirs in mortal wise, but hallowing thoughts Will …

Earth is suffused, inhabited by heaven.

This is a haunted world. It hath no breeze But is the echo of some voice beloved

Richer am I than he who owns Great fleets and argosies; I have a share in every ship Won by the inland breeze, To loiter on yon airy road Above the apple-trees.