Who Falls From All He Knows Of

As Winds Come Whispering Lightly From The West, Kissing, Not Ruffling, The Blue Deep's Serene.

Till Taught By Pain, Men Know Not Water's Worth.

Accursed Be The City Where The Laws Would Stifle Nature's!

The Great Art Of Life Is Sensation, To Feel That We Exist, Even In Pain.

Yet Truth Will Sometimes Lend Her Noblest Fires, And Decorate The Verse Herself Inspires: This Fact, In Virtue's Name, Let Crabbe Attest,- Though Nature's Sternest Painter, Yet The Best.