How Instinct Varies In The Grov'ling Swine.

Nor Public Flame, Nor Private, Dares To Shine; Nor Human Spark Is Left, Nor Glimpse Divine! Lo! Thy Dread Empire, Chaos! Is Restored; Light Dies Before Thy Uncreating Word: Thy Hand, Great Anarch! Lets The Curtain Fall; And Universal Darkness Buries All.

Of All Affliction Taught A Lover Yet, 'tis True The Hardest Science To Forget.

But Thousands Die Without Or This Or That, Die, And Endow A College Or A Cat.

And Empty Heads Console With Empty Sound.

Trade It May Help, Society Extend, But Lures The Pirate, Ant Corrupts The Friend: It Raises Armies In A Nation's Aid, But Bribes A Senate, And The Land's Betray'd.