I Lisp'd In Numbers, For The Numbers

Intestine War No More Our Passions Wage, And Giddy Factions Bear Away Their Rage.

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

Curse On All Laws But Those Which Love Has Made.

Though Triumphs Were To Generals Only Due, Crowns Were Reserved To Grace The Soldiers Too.

The Grave Unites; Where E'en The Great Find Rest, And Blended Lie Th' Oppressor And Th' Oppressed!