Good Heaven, Whose Darling Attribute

A Fiery Soul, Which Working Out Its Way, Fretted The Pygmy-body To Decay: And O'er-informed The Tenement Of Clay. A Daring Pilot In Extremity; Pleased With The Danger, When The Waves Went High He Sought The Storms...

Love Is Love's Reward.

Content With Poverty, My Soul I Arm; And Virtue, Though In Rags, Will Keep Me Warm.

Ever A Glutton, At Another's Cost, But In Whose Kitchen Dwells Perpetual Frost.

He Made All Countries Where He Came His Own.