O Leave This Barren Spot To Me!

Without The Smile From Partial Beauty Won, O What Were Man? - A World Without A Sun.

Whose Lines Are Mottoes Of The Heart,whose Truths Electrify The Sage.

Triumphal Arch, That Fill'st The Sky When Storms Prepare To Part, I Ask Not Proud Philosophy To Teach Me What Thou Art.

One Moment May With Bliss Repay Unnumbered Hours Of Pain.

Who Hath Not Own'd, With Rapture-smitten Frame, The Power Of Grace, The Magic Of A Name.