Then Marble, Soften'd Into Life, Grew Warm.

Our Rural Ancestors, With Little Blest, Patient Of Labor When The End Was Rest, Indulged The Day That Housed Their Annual Grain, With Feasts, And Off'rings, And A Thankful Strain.

To Balance Fortune By A Just Expense, Join With Economy, Magnificence.

Where Beams Of Imagination Play, The Memory's Soft Figures Melt Away.

True Self-love And Social Are The Same.

And More Than Echoes Talk Along The Walls.