When Bounteous Autumn Rears Her Head, He

When Beauty Fires The Blood, How Love Exalts The Mind!

The Trumpet's Loud Clangor Excites Us To Arms.

Having Mourned Your Sin, For Outward Eden Lost, Find Paradise Within.

There Is A Proud Modesty In Merit.

If You Have Lived, Take Thankfully The Past. Make, As You Can, The Sweet Remembrance Last.