For When Was Public Virtue To Be

Fancy, Like The Finger Of A Clock, Runs The Great Circuit, And Is Still At Home.

When All Within Is Peace How Nature Seems To Smile Delights That Never Cease The Live-long Day Beguile

Manner Is All In All, Whate'er Is Writ,the Substitute For Genius, Sense, And Wit.

No One Was Ever Scolded Out Of Their Sins.

Blind Unbelief Is Sure To Err, And Scan His Work In Vain; God Is His Own Interpreter, And He Will Make It Plain.