Sweet Intercourse Of Looks And Smiles; For

Come Knit Hands, And Beat The Ground In A Light Fantastic Round

United Thoughts And Counsels, Equal Hope And Hazard In The Glorious Enterprise.

Arms On Armour Clashing Bray'd Horrible Discord, And The Madding Wheels Of Brazen Chariots Rag'd: Dire Was The Noise Of Conflict.

O Visions Ill Foreseen! Better Had I Liv'd Ignorant Of Future, So Had Borne My Part Of Evil Only.

Eye Me, Blest Providence, And Square My Trial To My Proportion'd Strength.