The soul of man was made to walk the skies.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun; As tapers waste, that instant they take fire.
Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.
On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows.
Sweet instinct leaps; slow reason feebly climbs.
Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himselfThat hideous sight,-a naked human heart.