A Patriot Is A Fool In Ev'ry

A Field Of Glory Is A Field For All.

Men Must Be Taught As If You Taught Them Not, And Things Unknown Proposed As Things Forgot.

The Spider's Touch, How Exquisitely Fine! Feels At Each Thread, And Lives Along The Line.

You Eat, In Dreams, The Custard Of The Day.

The Dying Christian To His Soul (1712) -vital Spark Of Heav'nly Flame! Quit, Oh Quit, This Mortal Frame: Trembling, Hoping, Ling'ring, Flying, Oh The Pain, The Bliss Of Dying! Stanza 1.