The Winds With Wonder Whist, Smoothly The

Wherefore Did Nature Pour Her Bounties Forth With Such A Full And Unwithdrawing Hand, Covering The Earth With Odours, Fruits, Flocks, Thronging The Seas With Spawn Innumerable, But All To Please And Sate The Curious Taste?

Believe And Be Confirmed.

Part Of My Soul I Seek Thee, And Claim Thee My Other Half

No Mighty Trance, Or Breathed Spell Inspires The Pale-eyed Priest From The Prophetic Cell.

Morn, Wak'd By The Circling Hours, With Rosy Hand Unbarr'd The Gates Of Light.