Our Proper Bliss Depends On What We

Heaven Breathes Thro' Ev'ry Member Of The Whole One Common Blessing, As One Common Soul.

In Every Work Regard The Writer's End, Since None Can Compass More Than They Intend.

And Not A Vanity Is Given In Vain.

A Naked Lover Bound And Bleeding Lies!

Lo! The Poor Indian! Whose Untutor'd Mind Sees God In Clouds, Or Hears Him In The Wind; His Soul Proud Science Never Taught To Stray Far As The Solar Walk Or Milky Way.