And Hie Him Home, At Evening's Close,

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?

Ruin Seize Thee, Ruthless King! Confusion On Thy Banners Wait! Though Fann'd By Conquest's Crimson Wing, They Mock The Air With Idle State.

Each In His Narrow Cell Forever Laid, The Rude Forefathers Of The Hamlet Sleep.

Implores The Passing Tribute Of A Sigh.

There Are Certain Scenes That Would Awe An Atheist Into Belief, Without The Help Of Other Argument.