Only This I Know, That One Celestial

As Children Gath'ring Pebbles On The Shore. Or If I Would Delight My Private Hours With Music Or With Poem, Where So Soon As In Our Native Language Can I Find That Solace?

And These Gems Of Heav'n, Her Starry Train.

So On This Windy Sea Of Land, The Fiend Walked Up And Down Alone Bent On His Prey.

I Call A Complete And Generous Education That Which Fits A Man To Perform Justly, Skillfully, And Magnanimously All The Offices, Both Private And Public, Of Peace And War.

And What Is Faith, Love, Virtue Unassayed Alone, Without Exterior Help Sustained?