So On This Windy Sea Of Land,

Most Men Admire Virtue Who Follow Not Her Lore.

Servant Of God, Well Done! Well Hast Thou Fought The Better Fight, Who Single Hast Maintain'd Against Revolted Multitudes The Cause Of Truth.

Among Unequals What Society Can Sort, What Harmony, Or True Delight?

Hope Elevates, And Joy Brightens His Crest.

The Timely Dew Of Sleep Now Falling With Soft Slumb'rous Weight Inclines Our Eyelids.