A Field Of Glory Is A Field

Love, Hope, And Joy, Fair Pleasure's Smiling Train, Hate, Fear, And Grief, The Family Of Pain, These Mix'd With Art, And To Due Bounds Confin'd Make And Maintain The Balance Of The Mind.

What Dire Offence From Am'rous Causes Springs, What Mighty Contests Rise From Trivial Things.

Heaven Gave To Woman The Peculiar Grace To Spin, To Weep, And Cully Human Race.

For Forms Of Faith Let Graceless Zealots Fight; His Can't Be Wrong Whose Life Is In The Right.

The Soul, Uneasy And Confin'd From Home, Rests And Expatiates In A Life To Come.