Far From The Madding Crowd's Ignoble Strife.

In Buskined Measures Move Pale Grief And Pleasing Pain, With Horror, Tyrant Of The Throbbing Breast.

Where Ignorance Is Bliss, 'tis Folly To Be Wise.

Where Once My Careless Childhood Strayed, / A Stranger Yet To Pain.

Sorrow's Faded Form, And Solitude Behind.

Full Many A Gem Of Purest Ray Serene, The Dark Unfathomed Caves Of Ocean Bear.