Implores The Passing Tribute Of A Sigh.

But Knowledge To Their Eyes Her Ample Page Rich With The Spoils Of Time Did Ne'er Unroll; Chill Penury Repressed Their Noble Rage, And Froze The Genial Current Of The Soul.

Ah, Happy Hills! Ah, Pleasing Shade! Ah, Fields Beloved In Vain! Where Once My Careless Childhood Stray'd, A Stranger Yet To Pain! I Feel The Gales That From Ye Blow A Momentary Bliss Bestow.

One Principal Characteristic Of Vice In The Present Age Is The Contempt Of Fame.

And Moody Madness Laughing Wild Amid Severest Woe.

Chill Penury Repress'd Their Noble Rage, And Froze The Genial Current Of The Soul.