The Low'ring Element Scowls O'er

Boast Not Of What Thou Would'st Have Done, But Do.

Tears Such As Angels Weep.

Zeal And Duty Are Not Slow But On Occasion's Forelock Watchful Wait.

If The Will, Which In The Law Of Our Nature, Were Withdrawn From Our Memory, Fancy, Understanding, And Reason, No Other Hell Could Equal, For A Spiritual Being, What We Should Then Feel From The Anarchy Of Our Powers. It Would Be Conscious Madness,--a Horrid Thought!

With Cowslips Wan That Hang The Pensive Head, And Every Flower That Sad Embroidery Wears.