As To Posterity, I May Ask What

Sorrow's Faded Form, And Solitude Behind.

Man's Feeble Race What Ills Await! Labour, And Penury, The Racks Of Pain, Disease, And Sorrow's Weeping Train, And Death, Sad Refuge From The Storms Of Fate!

Commerce Changes Entirely The Fate And Genius Of Nations, By Communicating Arts And Opinions, Circulating Money, And Introducing The Materials Of Luxury; She First Opens And Polishes The Mind, Then Corrupts And Enervates Both That And The Body.

They Hear A Voice In Every Wind, And Snatch A Fearful Joy.

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