The Hues Of Bliss More Brightly Glow,

And Weep The More, Because I Weep In Vain.

Along The Cool Sequestered Vale Of Life, They Kept The Noiseless Tenour Of Their Way.

To Brisk Notes In Cadence Beating, Glance Their Many-twinkling Feet.

Ah, Happy Hills! Ah, Pleasing Shade! Ah, Fields Beloved In Vain! Where Once My Careless Childhood Stray'd, A Stranger Yet To Pain! I Feel The Gales That From Ye Blow A Momentary Bliss Bestow.

Here Rests His Head Upon The Lap Of Earth, A Youth To Fortune And To Fame Unknown: Fair Science Frown'd Not On His Humble Birth, And Melancholy Mark'd Him For Her Own.