Annihilating All That's Made, To A Green

And Yonder All Before Us Lie Deserts Of Vast Eternity.

Casting The Body's Vest Aside, My Soul Into The Boughs Does Glide.

What Wondrous Life Is This I Lead! Ripe Apples Drop About My Head.

Among The Blind The One-eyed Blinkard Reigns

How Vainly Men Themselves Amaze To Win The Palm, The Oak, Or Bays; And Their Uncessant Labours See Crown'd From Some Single Herb Or Tree. Whose Short And Narrow Verged Shade Does Prudently Their Toils Upbraid; While All Flow'rs And All Trees Do Close To Weave The Garlands Of Repose.