Where Once My Careless Childhood Strayed, /

Thought Would Destroy Their Paradise.

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

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

How Low, How Little Are The Proud, How Indigent The Great!

The Different Steps And Degrees Of Education May Be Compared To The Artificer's Operations Upon Marble; It Is One Thing To Dig It Out Of The Quarry, And Another To Square It, To Give It Gloss And Lustre, Call Forth Every Beautiful Spot And Vein, Shape It Into A Column, Or Animate It Into A Statue.