Man On The Dubious Waves Of Error

Sin Let Loose Speaks Punishment At Hand.

Laugh At All You Trembled At Before.

Perhaps Thou Gav'st Me, Though Unseen, A Kiss; Perhaps A Tear, If Souls Can Weep In Bliss.

Poor England! Thou Art A Devoted Deer, Beset With Every Ill But That Of Fear. The Nations Hunt; All Mock Thee For A Prey; They Swarm Around Thee, And Thou Stand'st At Bay.

His Wit Invites You By His Looks To Come, But When You Knock, It Never Is At Home.