You Eat, In Dreams, The Custard Of

Our Plenteous Streams A Various Race Supply, The Bright-eyed Perch With Fins Of Tyrian Dye, The Silver Eel, In Shining Volumes Roll'd, The Yellow Carp, In Scales Bedropp'd With Gold, Swift Trouts, Diversified With Crimson Stains, And Pikes, The Tyrants Of The Wat'ry Plains.

Then Marble, Soften'd Into Life, Grew Warm.

Search Then The Ruling Passion: This Clue, Once Found, Unravels All The Rest.

And Die Of Nothing But A Rage To Live.

So Upright Quakers Please Both Man And God.