I Will Tear This Folly From My

Every Hour Has Its End.

Whose Lenient Sorrows Find Relief, Whose Joys Are Chastened By Their Grief.

In Peace, Love Tunes The Shepherd's Reed; In War, He Mounts The Warrior's Steed; In Halls, In Gay Attire Is Seen; In Hamlets, Dances On The Green. Love Rules The Court, The Camp, The Grove, And Men Below, And Saints Above; For Love Is Heaven, And Heaven Is Love.

One Crowded Hour Of Glorious Life Is Worth An Age Without A Name

Do Not Christians And Heathens, And Jews And Gentiles, And Poets And Philosophers, Unite In Allowing The Starry Influences?