Though I Love My Country, I Do

Man Marks The Earth With Ruin - His Control Stops With The Shore.

And The Commencement Of Atonement Is The Sense Of Its Necessity.

Grief Is Fantastical, And Loves The Dead, And The Apparel Of The Grave.

And What Is Writ Is Writ - / Would It Were Worthier!

May Moorland Weavers Boast Pindaric Skill, And Tailors' Lays Be Longer Than Their Bill! While Punctual Beaux Reward The Grateful Notes, And Pay For Poems--when They Pay For Coats.