Water is the grand epic of creation; and there is not a human soul but feels the influence of its majesty, its power, or its beauty.
It is useless to check the vain dunce who has caught the mania of scribbling, whether prose or poetry, canzonets or criticisms,--let such a one go on till the disease exhausts itself. Opposition like water, thrown on burning oil, but increases the evil, because a person of weak judgment will seldom listen to reason, but become obstinate under reproof.
And evermore the waters worship God;-- And bards and prophets tune their mystic lyres While listening to the music of the waves!
Why is it that water, so monotonous in its characteristics, should nevertheless possess a charm for every mind? I believe it is chiefly because it bears the impress of the Creator, which we feel neither the power of time or of man can efface or alter.