To Brisk Notes In Cadence Beating, Glance

And Hie Him Home, At Evening's Close, To Sweet Repast And Calm Repose.

Hell Is Full Of Good Intentions.

The Meanest Flowret Of The Vale, / The Simplest Note That Swells The Gale, / The Common Sun, The Air, And Skies, / To Him Are Opening Paradise.

Implores The Passing Tribute Of A Sigh.

Some Village Hampden, That With Dauntless Breast The Little Tyrant Of His Fields Withstood, Some Mute Inglorious Milton Here May Rest, Some Cromwell Guiltless Of His Country's Blood.