Our Country Is Where Ever

A Death-like Sleep, A Gentle Wafting To Immortal Life.

Justice Divine Mends Not Her Slowest Pace For Prayers Or Cries.

Be Lowly Wise: Think Only What Concerns Thee And Thy Being.

And Join With Thee Calm Peace And Quiet, Spare Fast, That Oft With Gods Doth Diet.

O Why Did God, Creator Wise, That Peopled Highest Heav'n With Spirits Masculine, Create At Last This Novelty On Earth, This Fair Defect Of Nature, And Not Fill The World At Once With Men As Angels Without Feminine, Or Find Some Other Way To Generate Mankind?