With A Smile That Glow'd Celestial Rosy

And Pomp, And Feast, And Revelry, With Mask, And Antique Pageantry, Such Sights As Youthful Poets Dream On Summer Eves By Haunted Stream.

Eye Me, Blest Providence, And Square My Trial To My Proportion'd Strength.

He That Hath Light Within Their Own Breast, May Sit In The Centre And Enjoy Bright Day.

The Great Emathian Conqueror Bid Spare The House Of Pindarus, When Temple And Tower Went To The Ground.

But What More Oft In Nations Grown Corrupt, And By Their Vices Brought To Servitude, Than To Love Bondage More Than Liberty, Bondage With Ease Than Strenuous Liberty.