Fool That I Was, Upon My Eagle's

Virtue In Distress, And Vice In Triumph Make Atheists Of Mankind.

Revealed Religion First Informed Thy Sight, And Reason Saw Not Till Faith Sprung To Light.

The Thought Of Being Nothing After Death Is A Burden Insupportable To A Virtuous Man.

He With A Graceful Pride, While His Rider Every Hand Survey'd, Sprung Loose, And Flew Into An Escapade; Not Moving Forward, Yet With Every Bound Pressing, And Seeming Still To Quit His Ground.

Secret Guilt By Silence Is Betrayed.