To Make Three Guineas Do The Work

God Help The Teacher, If A Man Of Sensibility And Genius, When A Booby Father Presents Him With His Booby Son, And Insists On Lighting Up The Rays Of Science In A Fellow's Head Whose Skull Is Impervious And Inaccessible By Any Other Way Than A Positive Fracture With A Cudgel.

But Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread, You Seize The Flower, It's Bloom Is Shed; Or, Like The Snow-fall In The River, A Moment White, Then Melts Forever.

The Lightly-jumping, Glowrin' Trouts, That Thro' My Waters Play.

Now Nature Hangs Her Mantle Green On Every Blooming Tree, And Spreads Her Sheets O'daisies White Out O'er The Grassy Lea.

And Like A Passing Thought, She Fled In Light Away.