Good Is Done By Degrees.

Blest Be The Gracious Power, Who Taught Mankind To Stamp A Lasting Image Of The Mind! Beasts May Convey, And Tuneful Birds May Sing, Their Mutual Feelings, In The Opening Spring; But Man Alone Has Skill And Power To Send The Heart's Warm Dictates To The Distant Friend; 'tis His Alone To Please, Instruct, Advise Ages Remote, And Nations Yet To Rise.

But Monument Themselves Memorials Need.

In General Satire, Every Man Perceives A Slight Attack, Yet Neither Fears Nor Grieves.

With Awe, Around These Silent Walks I Tread; These Are The Lasting Mansions Of The Dead.

We Cannot Heal The Throbbing Heart Till We Discern The Wounds Within.