The Never-ending Flight Of Future Days.

At His Birth A Star, Unseen Before In Heaven, Proclaims Him Come.

A Good Principle Not Rightly Understood May Prove As Hurtful As A Bad.

And What Is Faith, Love, Virtue Unassayed Alone, Without Exterior Help Sustained?

Rich And Various Gems Inlay The Unadorned Bosom Of The Deep.

Sense Of Pleasure We May Well Spare Out Of Life Perhaps, And Not Repine, But Live Content, Which Is The Calmest Life; But Pain Is Perfect Misery, The Worst Of Evils, And Excessive, Overturns All Patience.