XVI.

A BOOK.

There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!





XVII.

Who has not found the heaven below
Will fail of it above.
God's residence is next to mine,
His furniture is love.