To Contemplation's Sober Eye. / Such Is

Large Was His Bounty, And His Soul Sincere, Heaven Did A Recompense As Largely Send: He Gave To Mis'ry (all He Had) A Tear, He Gained From Heav'n ('t Was All He Wish'd) A Friend.

Sweet Is The Breath Of Vernal Shower,/ The Bee's Collected Treasure Sweet,/ Sweet Music's Melting Fall, But Sweeter Yet/ The Still Small Voice Of Gratitude.

Where Once My Careless Childhood Strayed, / A Stranger Yet To Pain.

Youth Smiles Without Any Reason. It Is One Of Its Chiefest Charms.

If The Best Man's Faults Were Written On His Forehead, He Would Draw His Hat Over His Eyes.