What Reason Weaves, By Passion Is Undone.

Of All Affliction Taught A Lover Yet, 'tis True The Hardest Science To Forget.

Reason, However Able, Cool At Best, Cares Not For Service, Or But Serves When Prest, Stays Till We Call, And Then Not Often Near.

See Christians, Jews, One Heavy Sabbath Keep, And All The Western World Believe And Sleep.

Our Rural Ancestors, With Little Blest, Patient Of Labor When The End Was Rest, Indulged The Day That Housed Their Annual Grain, With Feasts, And Off'rings, And A Thankful Strain.

Pleased To The Last, He Crops The Flowery Food, And Licks The Hand Just Raised To Shed His Blood.