Swift Was The Race, But Short The

Truth Is The Foundation Of All Knowledge And The Cement Of All Societies.

From Harmony, From Heav'nly Harmony. This Universal Frame Began.

For My Part, I Can Compare Her (a Gossip) To Nothing But The Sun; For, Like Him, She Knows No Rest, Nor Ever Sets In One Place But To Rise In Another.

What Precious Drops Are Those, Which Silently Each Other's Track Pursue, Bright As Young Diamonds In Their Faint Dew?

She Feared No Danger, For She Knew No Sin.