Casting The Body's Vest Aside, My Soul

He Nothing Common Did, Or Mean, / Upon That Memorable Scene, / But With His Keener Eye / The Axe's Edge Did Try.

And Yonder All Before Us Lie Deserts Of Vast Eternity.

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.

My Vegetable Love Should Grow Vaster Than Empires, And More Slow.

Annihilating All That's Made, To A Green Thought In A Green Shade.