imagination: hobgoblin of little minds,


  bounding on the river, while I had my thoughts

  about "Where I Lived, and What I Lived For"

              a summer and a winter life;

           its fogs from frosts in the spring, 

The shadows of soul developed to the great soul

 reveals the heavenly lights and widens our view

     The life in us is like the water in the river.

  As long as possible live free and uncommitted.

   such an interval between me and my fellows

The oftener you go there the more you will want

and even the

                most abject and vulgar one cannot

                                                                 take away his thought.

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