As Ten Millions Of Circles

There Is Unspeakable Pleasure Attending The Life Of A Voluntary Student.

Teach Erring Man To Spurn The Rage Of Gain.

At Night Returning, Every Labour Sped, He Sits Him Down, The Monarch Of A Shed; Smiles By His Cheerful Fire, And Round Surveys His Children's Looks, That Brighten At The Blaze; While His Lov'd Partner, Boastful Of Her Hoard, Displays Her Cleanly Platter On The Board.

Turn, Gentle Hermit Of The Dale, And Guide My Lonely Way To Where Yon Taper Cheers The Vale With Hospitable Ray.

Well Had The Boding Tremblers Learned To Trace The Day's Disasters In His Morning Face.