Boast Not Of What Thou Would'st Have

O Fleeting Joys Of Paradise, Dear Bought With Lasting Woes!

Her Silent Course Advance With Inoffensive Pace, That Spinning Sleeps On Her Soft Axle.

The Rising World Of Waters Dark And Deep.

Zeal And Duty Are Not Slow But On Occasion's Forelock Watchful Wait.

Innumerable As The Stars Of Night, Or Stars Of Morning, Dewdrops Which The Sun Impearls On Every Leaf And Every Flower.