Who is there that sets himself to the task of steadily watching his thoughts for the space of one hour, with the view of preserving his mind in a simple, humble, healthful condition, but will speedily discern in the multiform, self-reflecting, self-admiring emotions, which, like locusts, are ready to "eat up every green thing in his land," a state as much opposed to simplicity and humility, as night is to day?
—
September's skies
Are smiling in the earth's
Uplifted face;
And, far away, the hills
And clouds embrace.
