The People's Voice Is Odd, It Is,

Some Judge Of Authors' Names, Not Works, And Then Nor Praise Nor Blame The Writings, But The Men.

The People's Voice Is Odd, It Is, And It Is Not, The Voice Of God.

Heaven Breathes Thro' Ev'ry Member Of The Whole One Common Blessing, As One Common Soul.

Who Taught That Heaven-directed Spire To Rise?

But Thinks, Admitted To That Equal Sky, His Faithful Dog Shall Bear Him Company.