Apostate, Still Thou Err'st, Nor End Wilt

Immortal Amarant, A Flower Which Once In Paradise, Fast By The Tree Of Life, Began To Bloom; But Soon For Man's Offence To Heaven Removed, Where First It Grew, There Grows, And Flowers Aloft, Shading The Fount Of Life, And Where The River Of Bliss Through Midst Of Heaven Rolls O'er Elysian Flowers Her Amber Stream: With These That Never Fade The Spirits Elect Bind Their Resplendent Locks.

Man Hath His Daily Work Of Body Or Mind Appointed, Which Declares His Dignity, And The Regard Of Heav'n On All His Ways.

The Hungry Sheep Look Up, And Are Not Fed.

Or Sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's Child!

He Touch'd The Tender Stops Of Various Quills, With Eager Thought Warbling His Doric Lay.