Nor Grandeur Hear With A Disdainful Smile

Youth Smiles Without Any Reason. It Is One Of Its Chiefest Charms.

And Moody Madness Laughing Wild Amid Severest Woe.

Low On His Funeral Couch He Lies!

The Applause Of List'ning Senates To Command, The Threats Of Pain And Ruin To Despise, To Scatter Plenty O'er A Smiling Land, And Read Their History In A Nation's Eyes.

Sweet Is The Breath Of Vernal Shower,/ The Bee's Collected Treasure Sweet,/ Sweet Music's Melting Fall, But Sweeter Yet/ The Still Small Voice Of Gratitude.