There Goes The Parson, Oh Illustrious Spark!

No Traveler E'er Reached That Blest Abode Who Found Not Thorns And Briers In His Road.

The Solemn Fop; Significant And Budge; A Fool With Judges, Amongst Fools A Judge

Most Satirists Are Indeed A Public Scourge; Their Mildest Physic Is A Farrier's Purge; Their Acrid Temper Turns, As Soon As Stirr'd, The Milk Of Their Good Purpose All To Curd. Their Zeal Begotten, As Their Works Rehearse, By Lean Despair Upon An Empty Purse.

But Animated Nature Sweeter Still, To Soothe And Satisfy The Human Ear.

The Man To Solitude Accustom'd Long, Perceives In Everything That Lives A Tongue; Not Animals Alone, But Shrubs And Trees Have Speech For Him, And Understood With Ease, After Long Drought When Rains Abundant Fall, He Hears The Herbs And Flowers Rejoicing All.