In The Morning Of The World, When

Graved Inside Of It, "italy".

Time'swheelsrunsbackor Stops: Potterand Clayendure.

What? Was Man Made A Wheel-work To Wind Up, And Be Discharged, And Straight Wound Up Anew? No! Grown, His Growth Lasts; Taught, He Ne'er Forgets: May Learn A Thousand Things, Not Twice The Same.

Shakespeare Was Of Us, Milton Was Of Us, Burns, Shelley, Were With Us. They Watch From Their Graves!

The Past Is Gained, Secure, And On Record.