Farewell Happy Fields, Where Joy

A Limbo Large And Broad, Since Call'd The Paradise Of Fools To Few Unknown.

Enflamed With The Study Of Learning And The Admiration Of Virtue; Stirred Up With High Hopes Of Living To Be Brave Men And Worthy Patriots, Dear To God, And Famous To All Ages.

With Cowslips Wan That Hang The Pensive Head, And Every Flower That Sad Embroidery Wears.

Time, Though In Eternity, Applied To Motion, Measures All Things Durable By Present, Past, And Future.

I Was All Ear, And Took In Strains That Might Create A Soul Under The Ribs Of Death.