All Chance, Direction, Which Thou Canst Not

To The Elysian Shades Dismiss My Soul, Where No Carnation Fades.

Truth Shines The Brighter, Clad In Verse.

We May See The Small Value God Has For Riches, By The People He Gives Them To.

Choose A Firm Cloud Before It Fall, And In It Catch, Ere She Change, The Cynthia Of This Minute.

The Grave Unites; Where E'en The Great Find Rest, And Blended Lie Th' Oppressor And Th' Oppressed!