These Two Imparadised In One Another's Arms,

As Children Gath'ring Pebbles On The Shore. Or If I Would Delight My Private Hours With Music Or With Poem, Where So Soon As In Our Native Language Can I Find That Solace?

They Also Serve Who Only Stand And Wait.

Goodness Thinks No Ill Where No Ill Seems.

Govern Well Thy Appetite, Lest Sin Surprise Thee, And Her Black Attendant Death.

Our Country Is Where Ever We Are Well Off.