In Contemplation Of Created Things,

Grace Was In All Her Steps, Heaven In Her Eye, In Every Gesture Dignity And Love.

No War Or Battle Sound Was Heard The World Around.

A Short Retirement Urges A Sweet Return.

In Discourse More Sweet; For Eloquence The Soul, Song Charms The Sense. Others Apart Sat On A Hill Retir'd, In Thoughts More Elevate, And Reason'd High Of Providence, Foreknowledge, Will, And Fate, Fix'd Fate, Free-will, Foreknowledge Absolute; And Found No End, In Wand'ring Mazes Lost.

And Every Shepherd Tells His Tale Under The Hawthorn In The Dale.