American Poet, father of poet Virginia Adair
"I walked a mile with Pleasure, She chattered all the way; But left me none the wiser, For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow And ne’er a word said she; But, oh, the things I learned from her When Sorrow walked with me!"
"Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not."
"Finds progress, man's distinctive mark alone, Not God's, and not the beast's; God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be."
"God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance, Rests never on the track until it reach Delinquency."
"It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least."
"Like plants in mines, which never saw the sun, But dream of him, and guess where he may be, And do the best to climb, and get to him."
"The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength."
"Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven what were all earth else, with a feel of heaven."