To Contemplation's Sober Eye. / Such Is

The Hues Of Bliss More Brightly Glow, Chastis'd By Sabler Tints Of Woe.

Along The Cool Sequestered Vale Of Life, They Kept The Noiseless Tenour Of Their Way.

Not All That Tempts Your Wandering Eyes And Heedless Hearts, Is Lawful Prize; Nor All That Glisters Gold.

Implores The Passing Tribute Of A Sigh.

And Truth Severe, By Fairy Fiction Drest.