To Contemplation's Sober Eye. / Such Is

Beyond The Limits Of A Vulgar Fate, Beneath The Good How Far,-but Far Above The Great.

If The Best Man's Faults Were Written On His Forehead, He Would Draw His Hat Over His Eyes.

Dear As The Light That Visits These Sad Eyes, Dear As The Ruddy Drops That Warm My Heart.

Large Was His Bounty, And His Soul Sincere, Heaven Did A Recompense As Largely Send: He Gave To Mis'ry (all He Had) A Tear, He Gained From Heav'n ('t Was All He Wish'd) A Friend.

Gay Hope Is Theirs By Fancy Fed, Less Pleasing When Possest; The Tear Forgot As Soon As Shed, The Sunshine Of The Breast.