Art Still Followed Where Rome's Eagles Flew.

Let Opening Roses Knotted Oaks Adorn, And Liquid Amber Drop From Every Thorn.

The Sound Must Seem An Echo To The Sense.

Choose A Firm Cloud Before It Fall, And In It Catch, Ere She Change, The Cynthia Of This Minute.

The Light Of Heaven Restore; Give Me To See, And Ajax Asks No More.

Who Sees Pale Mammom Pine Amidst His Store, Sees But A Backward Steward For The Poor.