The Still Small Voice Is

What We Admire We Praise; And When We Praise, Advance It Into Notice, That Its Worth Acknowledged, Others May Admire It Too.

Th' Embroid'ry Of Poetic Dreams.

In Indolent Vacuity Of Thought.

Pernicious Weed! Whose Scent The Fair Annoys, Unfriendly To Society's Chief Joys: Thy Worst Effect Is Banishing For Hours The Sex Whose Presence Civilizes Ours.

All We Behold Is Miracle.