The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.

Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter, holding both his sides. Come, and trip it, as you go. On the light fantastic toe.

Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free.

Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips and cranks and wanton wiles, Nods and becks and wreathed smiles.

My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze; For above and around me the wild wind is roaring, Arousing to rapture t…

The modern man is . . . certain about his essential virtue . . . [and since] he does not see that he has a freedom of spirit which transcends both nature and r…

Hark, now hear the sailors cry Smell the sea and feel the sky Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic.