In Indolent Vacuity Of Thought.

Mercy To Him That Shows It, Is The Rule.

Th' Embroid'ry Of Poetic Dreams.

Be It A Weakness, It Deserves Some Praise, We Love The Play-place Of Our Early Days; The Scene Is Touching, And The Heart Is Stone, That Feels Not At That Sight, And Feels At None.

This Fond Attachment To The Well-known Place Whence First We Started Into Life's Long Race, Maintains Its Hold With Such Unfailing Sway, We Feel It E'en In Age, And At Our Latest Day.

Great Offices Will Have Great Talents.