The Soul's Calm Sunshine, And

Learn From The Beasts The Physic Of The Field.

The Doubtful Beam Long Nods From Side To Side.

Bear, Like The Turk, No Brother Near The Throne.

Careless Of Censure, Nor Too Fond Of Fame, Still Pleased To Praise, Yet Not Afraid To Blame, Averse Alike To Flatter Or Offend, Not Free From Faults, Nor Yet Too Vain To Mend.

Aurora Now, Fair Daughter Of The Dawn, Sprinkled With Rosy Light The Dewy Lawn.