In A Fleshly Tomb, I Am Buried

Skins May Differ, But Affection Dwells In White And Black The Same.

Religion Does Not Censure Or Exclude Unnumbered Pleasures, Harmlessly Pursued.

They Love The Country, And None Else, Who Seek For Their Own Sake Its Silence And Its Shade. Delights Which Who Would Leave, That Has A Heart Susceptible Of Pity, Or A Mind Cultured And Capable Of Sober Thought.

Where Men Of Judgment Creep And Feel Their Way, The Positive Pronounce Without Dismay.

Ceremony Leads Her Bigots Forth, Prepared To Fight For Shadows Of No Worth. While Truths, On Which Eternal Things Depend, Can Hardly Find A Single Friend.