And These Gems Of Heav'n, Her Starry

A Poet Soaring In The High Reason Of His Fancies, With His Garland And Singing Robes About Him.

In Dim Eclipse, Disastrous Twilight Sheds On Half The Nations, And With Fear Of Change Perplexes Monarchs.

Now I See Peace To Corrupt No Less Than War To Waste.

My Latest Found, Heaven's Last, Best Gift, My Ever New Delight!

Our Country Is Where Ever We Are Well Off.