Look Abroad Through Nature's Range,

For Gold The Merchant Ploughs The Main, The Farmer Ploughs The Manor.

Morality, Thou Deadly Bane,thy Tens O' Thousands Thou Has Slain!

't Is Sweeter For Thee Despairing Than Aught In The World Beside,-jessy!

Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread: You Seize The Flow'r, Its Bloom Is Shed.

The Poor Inhabitant Below Was Quick To Learn And Wise To Know And Keenly Felt The Friendly Glow And Softer Flame; But Thoughtless Follies Laid Him Low, And Stain'd His Name!