Where Ignorance Is Bliss, 'tis Folly To

Where Once My Careless Childhood Strayed, / A Stranger Yet To Pain.

England, So Long Mistress Of The Sea, Where Winds And Waves Confess Her Sovereignty, Her Ancient Triumphs Yet On High Shall Bear And Reign The Sovereign Of The Conquered Air.

Visions Of Glory, Spare My Aching Sight! Ye Unborn Ages, Crowd Not On My Soul!

For Who, To Dumb Forgetfulness A Prey, This Pleasing Anxious Being E'er Resign'd, Left The Warm Precincts Of The Cheerful Day, Nor Cast One Longing Ling'ring Look Behind?

Along The Cool Sequestered Vale Of Life, They Kept The Noiseless Tenour Of Their Way.