Converse with men makes sharp the glittering wit, But God to man doth speak in solitude.
John Stuart Blackie, Sonnet, Highland Solitude.
Rocking on a lazy billowWith roaming eyes,Cushioned on a dreamy pillow,Thou art now wise.Wake the power within thee slumbering,Trim the plot that's in thy keeping,Thou wilt bless the task when reapingSweet labour's prize.John Stuart Blackie
Order is the law of all intelligible existence.John Stuart Blackie
Converse with men makes sharp the glittering wit,But God to man doth speak in solitude.John Stuart Blackie