Lend, Lend Your Wings! I Mount! I

The Hungry Judges Soon The Sentence Sign, And Wretches Hang That Jurymen May Dine.

Where'er You Walk Cool Gales Shall Fan The Glade, Trees Where You Sit Shall Crowd Into A Shade. Where'er You Tread The Blushing Flowers Shall Rise, And All Things Flourish Where You Turn Your Eyes.

I Am His Highness' Dog At Kew; Pray Tell Me, Sir, Whose Dog Are You?

Go, Wiser Thou! And In Thy Scale Of Sense Weigh Thy Opinion Against Providence.

The Soul's Calm Sunshine, And The Heartfelt Joy.