Peace Hath Her Victories, No Less Renowned

Dark With Excessive Bright.

Such Sights As Youthful Poets Dream On Summer Eves By Haunted Stream. Then To The Well-trod Stage Anon, If Jonson's Learned Sock Be On, Or Sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's Child, Warble His Native Wood-notes Wild.

The Mountain Nymph, Sweet Liberty.

Apostate, Still Thou Err'st, Nor End Wilt Find Offering, From The Paths Of Truth Remote.

Who Can Enjoy Alone? Or All Enjoying What Contentment Find?