Absence Of Occupation Is Not

Acquaint Thyself With God, If Thou Would'st Taste His Works. Admitted Once To His Embrace, Thou Shalt Perceive That Thou Was Blind Before: Thine Eye Shall Be Instructed; And Thine Heart Made Pure Shall Relish With Divine Delight Till Then Unfelt, What Hands Divine Have Wrought.

Fate Steals Along With Silent Tread, Found Oftenest In What Least We Dread; Frowns In The Storm With Angry Brow, But In The Sunshine Strikes The Blow.

Forgot The Blush That Virgin Fears Impart To Modest Cheeks, And Borrowed One From Art.

Lights Of The World, And Stars Of Human Race.

Is Base In Kind, And Born To Be A Slave.