Where Ignorance Is Bliss, 'tis

A Fav'rite Has No Friend!

Youth Smiles Without Any Reason. It Is One Of Its Chiefest Charms.

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

E'en From The Tomb The Voice Of Nature Cries, E'en In Our Ashes Live Their Wonted Fires.

From Helicon's Harmonious Springs A Thousand Rills Their Mazy Progress Take.