For What I Have Publish'd, I Can

Aurora Now, Fair Daughter Of The Dawn, Sprinkled With Rosy Light The Dewy Lawn.

See Skulking Truth To Her Old Cavern Fled, Mountains Of Casuistry Heap'd O'er Her Head! Philosophy, That Lean'd On Heav'n Before, Shrinks To Her Second Cause, And Is No More. Physic Of Metaphysic Begs Defence, And Metaphysic Calls For Aid On Sense! See Mystery To Mathematics Fly!

Remembrance And Reflection How Allied. What Thin Partitions Divides Sense From Thought.

A Field Of Glory Is A Field For All.

Judges And Senates Have Been Bought For Gold; Esteem And Love Were Never To Be Sold.