The Insect-youth Are On The

Nor Grandeur Hear With A Disdainful Smile The Short And Simple Annals Of The Poor.

The Applause Of List'ning Senates To Command, The Threats Of Pain And Ruin To Despise, To Scatter Plenty O'er A Smiling Land, And Read Their History In A Nation's Eyes.

The Paths Of Glory Lead But To The Grave.

What Female Heart Can Gold Despise? What Cat 's Averse To Fish?

When Love Could Teach A Monarch To Be Wise, And Gospel-light First Dawn'd From Bullen's Eyes.