Revenge, At First Though Sweet,

These Are Thy Glorious Works, Parent Of Good!

Where Peace And Rest Can Never Dwell, Hope Never Comes, That Comes To All.

As Children Gath'ring Pebbles On The Shore. Or If I Would Delight My Private Hours With Music Or With Poem, Where So Soon As In Our Native Language Can I Find That Solace?

Let Not England Forget Her Precedence Of Teaching Nations How To Live.

In Those Vernal Seasons Of The Year When The Air Is Calm And Pleasant, It Were An Injury And Sullenness Against Nature Not To Go Out And See Her Riches, And Partake In Her Rejoicing With Heaven And Earth.