Thought Would Destroy Their Paradise.

No Further Seek His Merits To Disclose, Or Draw His Frailties From Their Dread Abode (there They Alike In Trembling Hope Repose), The Bosom Of His Father And His God.

And Moody Madness Laughing Wild Amid Severest Woe.

Bright-eyed Fancy, Hov'ring O'er, Scatters From Her Pictured Urn Thoughts That Breathe And Words That Burn.

Youth Smiles Without Any Reason. It Is One Of Its Chiefest Charms.

Sorrow's Faded Form, And Solitude Behind.