Riches Have Wings, And Grandeur Is A

Misery Still Delights To Trace Its Semblance In Another's Case.

In Indolent Vacuity Of Thought.

There Is In Souls A Sympathy With Sounds.

Great Contest Follows, And Much Learned Dust Involves The Combatants; Each Claiming Truth, And Truth Disclaiming Both.

Blest Be The Art That Can Immortalize,--the Art That Baffles Time's Tyrannic Claim To Quench It.