Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.

Cavil you may, but never criticise.

Drink is the feast of reason and the flow of soul.

Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgement, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is PRIDE, the never-failing vice of fools.

A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.

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

Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.