Farewell Happy Fields, Where Joy Forever Dwells:

Now Morn, Her Rosy Steps In Th' Eastern Clime Advancing, Sow'd The Earth With Orient Pearl, When Adam Wak'd, So Custom'd; For His Sleep Was Aery Light, From Pure Digestion Bred.

Rich And Various Gems Inlay The Unadorned Bosom Of The Deep.

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

With Ruin Upon Ruin, Rout On Rout, Confusion Worse Confounded.

Indu'd With Sanctity Of Reason.