Who Taught That Heaven-directed Spire To Rise?

Why Did I Write? What Sin To Me Unknown Dipped Me In Ink, My Parents , Or My Own?

Placed On This Isthmus Of A Middle State.

Self-love, The Spring Of Motion, Acts The Soul; Reason's Comparing Balance Rules The Whole. Man, But For That No Action Could Attend, And, But For This, Were Active To No End: Fix'd Like A Plant On His Peculiar Spot, To Draw Nutrition, Propagate, And Rot; Or, Meteor-like, Flame Lawless Thro' The Void, Destroying Others, By Himself Destroy'd.

In Faith And Hope The World Will Disagree, But All Mankind's Concern Is Charity.

Teach Me To Feel Another's Woe, To Hide The Fault I See, That Mercy I To Others Show, That Mercy Show To Me.