The Blest To-day Is As Completely So,

So Man, Who Here Seems Principal Alone, Perhaps Acts Second To Some Sphere Unknown Touches Some Wheel, Or Verges To Some Goal; 'tis But A Part We See, And Not A Whole.

All Nature Mourns, The Skies Relent In Showers; Hushed Are The Birds, And Closed The Drooping Flowers.

The Light Of Heaven Restore; Give Me To See, And Ajax Asks No More.

Who Dare To Love Their Country, And Be Poor.

They Dream In Courtship, But In Wedlock Wake.