The soul of man was made to walk the skies.
Read nature; nature is a friend to truth.
On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows.
Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, "that my heart has bled."
Poor in abundance, famish'd at a feast.
The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss.