Lights Of The World, And Stars Of

No Wild Enthusiast Could Rest, Till Half The World Like Him Was Possessed.

Some Drill And Bore The Solid Earth, And From The Strata There Extract A Register, By Which We Learn, That He Who Made It, And Reveal'd Its Date To Moses, Was Mistaken In Its Age.

But Truths On Which Depends Our Main Concern, That 'tis Our Shame And Misery Not To Learn, Shine By The Side Of Every Path We Tread With Such A Lustre He That Runs May Read.

Man May Dismiss Compassion From His Heart, But God Never Will.

Blest Be The Art That Can Immortalize.