Hills Peep O'er Hills, And Alps On

Death, Only Death, Can Break The Lasting Chain; And Here, Ev'n Then, Shall My Cold Dust Remain

Th' Unwilling Gratitude Of Base Mankind!

The Proper Study Of Mankind Is Man.

And You, My Critics! In The Chequer'd Shade, Admire New Light Thro' Holes Yourselves Have Made.

The Soul, Uneasy And Confin'd From Home, Rests And Expatiates In A Life To Come.