Skins May Differ, But Affection Dwells In

Fanaticism, The False Fire Of An Overheated Mind.

Visits Are Insatiable Devourers Of Time, And Fit Only For Those Who, If They Did Not That, Would Do Nothing.

It Chills My Blood To Hear The Blest Supreme Rudely Appealed To On Each Trifling Theme.

This Fond Attachment To The Well-known Place Whence First We Started Into Life's Long Race, Maintains Its Hold With Such Unfailing Sway, We Feel It E'en In Age, And At Our Latest Day.

Accomplishments Have Taken Virtue's Place, And Wisdom Falls Before Exterior Grace.