Art Still Followed Where Rome's Eagles Flew.

The Approach Of Night The Skies Yet Blushing With Departing Light, When Falling Dews With Spangles Deck'd The Glade, And The Low Sun Had Lengthen'd Ev'ry Shade.

Some Praise At Morning What They Blame At Night, But Always Think The Last Opinion Right.

We May See The Small Value God Has For Riches, By The People He Gives Them To.

A Fellow Feeling Makes Us Wondrous Kind.

Our Plenteous Streams A Various Race Supply, The Bright-eyed Perch With Fins Of Tyrian Dye, The Silver Eel, In Shining Volumes Roll'd, The Yellow Carp, In Scales Bedropp'd With Gold, Swift Trouts, Diversified With Crimson Stains, And Pikes, The Tyrants Of The Wat'ry Plains.