Wholesome Solitude, The Nurse Of Sense!

For He Lives Twice Who Can At Once Employ, The Present Well, And E'en The Past Enjoy.

Who Combats Bravely Is Not Therefore Brave, He Dreads A Death-bed Like The Meanest Slave: Who Reasons Wisely Is Not Therefore Wise,- His Pride In Reasoning, Not In Acting Lies.

Speed The Soft Intercourse From Soul To Soul, And Waft A Sigh From Indus To The Pole.

The Flower's Are Gone When The Fruits Appear To Ripen.

But Blind To Former As To Future Fate, What Mortal Knows His Pre-existent State?