How Glowing Guilt Exalts The Keen Delight!

Learn From The Beasts The Physic Of The Field.

Slave To No Sect, Who Takes No Private Road, But Looks Through Nature Up To Nature's God.

Be Thou The First True Merit To Befriend, His Praise Is Lost Who Stays Till All Commend.

No More The Mounting Larks, While Daphne Sings, Shall, List'ning, In Mid-air Suspend Their Wings.

He Knows To Live Who Keeps The Middle State, And Neither Leans On This Side Nor On That.