The Pregnant Quarry Teem'd With Human Form.

Blest That Abode, Where Want And Pain Repair, And Every Stranger Finds A Ready Chair.

By Every Remove I Only Drag A Greater Length Of Chain.

Wept O'er His Wounds, Or Tales Of Sorrow Done, Shoulder'd His Crutch, And Shew'd How Fields Were Won.

Sweet Auburn, Loveliest Village Of The Plain.

I Chose My Wife, As She Did Her Wedding Gown, For Qualities That Would Wear Well.