Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.

Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.

Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue

Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? All fear, none aid you, and few understand.

All nature is but art unknown to thee.

Ask you what provocation I have had? The strong antipathy of good to bad.

Wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense!