And Moody Madness Laughing Wild Amid Severest

Ye Towers Of Julius, London's Lasting Shame, With Many A Foul And Midnight Murder Fed.

A Fav'rite Has No Friend!

The Time Will Come, When Thou Shalt Lift Thine Eyes To Watch A Long-drawn Battle In The Skies. While Aged Peasants, Too Amazed For Words, Stare At The Flying Fleets Of Wondrous Birds.

Chill Penury Repress'd Their Noble Rage, And Froze The Genial Current Of The Soul.

The Hues Of Bliss More Brightly Glow, Chastis'd By Sabler Tints Of Woe.