The Hues Of Bliss More Brightly Glow,

Nor Grandeur Hear With A Disdainful Smile The Short And Simple Annals Of The Poor.

Rich With The Spoils Of Time.

To Brisk Notes In Cadence Beating, Glance Their Many-twinkling Feet.

Ah, Happy Hills! Ah, Pleasing Shade! Ah, Fields Beloved In Vain! Where Once My Careless Childhood Stray'd, A Stranger Yet To Pain! I Feel The Gales That From Ye Blow A Momentary Bliss Bestow.

Behind The Steps That Misery Treads Approaching Comfort View: The Hues Of Bliss More Brightly Glow Chastised By Sabler Tints Of Woe, And Blended Form, With Artful Strife, The Strength And Harmony Of Life.