The maiden conceals a fairer flower and sweeter
fruit than any calyx in the field; and, if she goes
with averted face, confiding in her purity and
high resolves, she will make the heavens
retrospective, and all Nature humbly confess its
queen 
Under the influence of this sentiment, man is a string of an Aeolian harp, which vibrates with the zephyrs of the eternal morning.
There is at first thought something trivial in
the commonness of love So many Indian
youths and maidens along these banks have
yielded in ages past to the influence of this
great civilizer. Nevertheless, this generation
is not disgusted nor discouraged, for love is
no individual's experience; and though we are
imperfect mediums, it does not partake of our
imperfection; though we are finite, it is infinite
and eternal; and the same divine influence broods
over these banks, whatever race may inhabit
them, and perchance still would even if the
human race did not dwell here.
Perhaps an instinct survives through the intensest
actual love, which prevents entire abandonment
and devotion, and makes the most ardent lover
a little reserved It is the anticipation of
change. For the most ardent lover is not the less
practically wise, and seeks a love which will
last forever.
Considering how few poetical friendships there
are, it is remarkable that so many are married.
It would seem as if men yielded too easy an
obedience to Nature without consulting their
genius. One may be drunk with love without
being any nearer to finding his mate There
