Tis But A Part We See, And

Like Following Life Through Creatures You Dissect, You Lose It In The Moment You Detect.

Behold The Child, By Nature's Kindly Law Pleased With A Rattle, Tickled With A Straw.

The Scripture In Times Of Disputes Is Like An Open Town In Times Of War, Which Serves In Differently The Occasions Of Both Parties.

The Spider's Touch, How Exquisitely Fine! Feels At Each Thread, And Lives Along The Line.

By Music Minds An Equal Temper Know, Nor Swell Too High, Nor Sink Too Low. . . . . Warriors She Fires With Animated Sounds. Pours Balm Into The Bleeding Lover's Wounds.