No Traveler E'er Reached That

No, Freedom Has A Thousand Charms To Show That Slaves, Howe'er Contented, Never Know.

A Moral, Sensible, And Well-bred Manwill Not Affront Me, And No Other Can.

In The Vast, And The Minute, We See The Unambiguous Footsteps Of The God, Who Gives Its Lustre To An Insect's Wing And Wheels His Throne Upon The Rolling Worlds.

But Poverty, With Most Who Whimper Forth Their Long Complaints, Is Self-inflicted Woe; The Effect Of Laziness, Or Sottish Write.

When All Within Is Peace How Nature Seems To Smile Delights That Never Cease The Live-long Day Beguile