The Proud Are Ever Most Provoked By

Remorse, The Fatal Egg That Pleasure Laid.

Made Poetry A Mere Mechanic Art.

When All Within Is Peace How Nature Seems To Smile Delights That Never Cease The Live-long Day Beguile

To See The Law By Christ Fulfilled, And Hear His Pardoning Voice Changes A Slave Into A Child, And Duty Into Choice.

Poor England! Thou Art A Devoted Deer, Beset With Every Ill But That Of Fear. The Nations Hunt; All Mock Thee For A Prey; They Swarm Around Thee, And Thou Stand'st At Bay.