E'en Sunday Shines No Sabbath Day To

With Too Much Quickness Ever To Be Taught; With Too Much Thinking To Have Common Thought.

The Grave Unites; Where E'en The Great Find Rest, And Blended Lie Th' Oppressor And Th' Oppressed!

What Conscience Dictates To Be Done, Or Warns Me Not To Do; This Teach Me More Than Hell To Shun, That More Than Heav'n Pursue.

What Reason Weaves, By Passion Is Undone.

Oh, Blindness To The Future! Kindly Giv'n, That Each May Fill The Circle Mark'd By Heaven.