Oh, how portentous is prosperity! How comet-like, it threatens while it shines.
Amid my list of blessings infinite, stands this the foremost, "that my heart has bled."
What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.
It is great and manly to disdain disguise; it shows our spirit and proves our strength.
The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.
The course of Nature is the art of God