The Sound Must Seem An Echo To

Death, Only Death, Can Break The Lasting Chain; And Here, Ev'n Then, Shall My Cold Dust Remain

The Learned Is Happy, Nature To Explore; The Fool Is Happy, That He Knows No More.

Soft O'er The Shrouds Aerial Whispers Breathe, That Seemed But Zephyrs To The Train Beneath.

By Flatterers Besieged And So Obliging That He Ne'er Obliged.

Man, Like The Generous Vine, Supported Lives; The Strength He Gains Is From The Embrace He Gives.