Our Proper Bliss Depends On What We

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

Some Are Bewildered In The Maze Of Schools, And Some Made Coxcombs Nature Meant But Fools.

The Soul, Uneasy And Confin'd From Home, Rests And Expatiates In A Life To Come.

Silence! Coeval With Eternity! Thou Wert Ere Nature's Self Began To Be; Thine Was The Sway Ere Heaven Was Formed On Earth, Ere Fruitful Thought Conceived Creation's Birth.

Hope Springs Eternal In The Human Breast: Man Never Is, But Always To Be Blest.