Joys Too Exquisite To Last, And Yet

Eagle Of Flowers! I See Thee Stand, And On The Sun's Noon-glory Gaze; With Eye Like His, Thy Lids Expand, And Fringe Their Disk With Golden Rays: Though Fix'd On Earth, In Darkness Rooted There, Light Is Thy Element, Thy Dwelling Air, Thy Prospect Heaven.

Bliss In Possession Will Not Last; Remembered Joys Are Never Past.

Nature's Prime Favourites Were The Pelicans; High-fed, Long-lived, And Sociable And Free.

While Rose-buds Scarcely Show'd Their Hue, But Coyly Linger'd On The Thorn.

If God Hath Made This World So Fair, Where Sin And Death Abound, How Beautiful Beyond Compare Will Paradise Be Found!