Her Track, Where'er The Goddess

From Helicon's Harmonious Springs A Thousand Rills Their Mazy Progress Take.

The Hues Of Bliss More Brightly Glow, Chastis'd By Sabler Tints Of Woe.

Poetry Is Thoughts That Breathe, And Words That Burn.

Commerce Changes Entirely The Fate And Genius Of Nations, By Communicating Arts And Opinions, Circulating Money, And Introducing The Materials Of Luxury; She First Opens And Polishes The Mind, Then Corrupts And Enervates Both That And The Body.

The Time Will Come, When Thou Shalt Lift Thine Eyes To Watch A Long-drawn Battle In The Skies. While Aged Peasants, Too Amazed For Words, Stare At The Flying Fleets Of Wondrous Birds.