Full Many A Gem Of Purest Ray

When Love Could Teach A Monarch To Be Wise, And Gospel-light First Dawn'd From Bullen's Eyes.

Along The Cool Sequestered Vale Of Life, They Kept The Noiseless Tenour Of Their Way.

E'en From The Tomb The Voice Of Nature Cries, E'en In Our Ashes Live Their Wonted Fires.

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

To Brisk Notes In Cadence Beating, Glance Their Many-twinkling Feet.