William Cullen Bryant

Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness

Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness

Robert of Lincoln is gayly drest,
Wearing a bright black wedding-coat;
White are his shoulders and white read more

Robert of Lincoln is gayly drest,
Wearing a bright black wedding-coat;
White are his shoulders and white his crest.

Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs
No school of long experience, that the world
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Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs
No school of long experience, that the world
Is full of guilt and misery, and hast seen
Enough of all its sorrows, crimes and cares,
To tire thee of it, enter this wild wood
And view the haunts of Nature. The calm shade
Shall bring a kindred calm, and the sweet breeze
That makes the green leaves dance, shall waft a balm
To thy sick heart.

Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson,
Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green.
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Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson,
Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green.
Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealing
With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen.

Weep not that the world changes--did it keep
A stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.

Weep not that the world changes--did it keep
A stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.