The Poem Is A Confession Of Faith.

Men Lose Their Tempers In Defending Their Taste.

We Grizzle Every Day. I See No Need Of It. Whilst We Converse With What Is Above Us, We Do Not Grow Old, But Grow Young.

You Cannot See The Mountain Near.

In A World Of Infinite Choice People Are Struggling To Figure Out What To Do.

We Live In A New And Exceptional Age. America Is Another Word For Opportunity. Our Whole History Appears Like A Last Effort Of The Divine Providence In Behalf Of The Human Race; And A Literal, Slavish Following Of Precedents, As By A Justice Of The Peace, Is Not For Those Who At This Hour Lead The American Civilization.