Give Me Again My Hollow Tree A

All Are But Parts Of One Stupendous Whole, Whose Body Nature Is, And God The Soul.

All Chance, Direction, Which Thou Canst Not See

Talk What You Will Of Taste, My Friend, You'll Find Two Of A Face As Soon As Of A Mind.

One Thought Of Thee Puts All The Pomp To Flight; Priests, Tapers, Temples, Swim Before My Sight.

A Patriot Is A Fool In Ev'ry Age.