I had besides many books and a harp with which when despairing I could soothe my spirits, and raise myself to sympathy and love.
Love! What had I to love?
Oh many things: there was the moonshine, and the bright stars; the breezes and the refreshing rains; there was the whole earth and the sky that covers it: all lovely forms that visited my imagination[,] all memories of heroism and virtue.

Yet this was very unlike my early life although as then I was confined to Nature and books.

Then I bounded across the fields; my spirit often seemed to ride upon the winds, and to mingle in joyful sympathy with the ambient air.

Then if I wandered slowly I cheered myself with a sweet song or sweeter day dreams.

I felt a holy rapture spring from all I saw.