Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand, And on the sun's noon-glory gaze; With eye like his, thy lids expand, And fringe their disk with golden rays: Though fix'd on earth, in darkness rooted there, Light is thy element, thy dwelling air, Thy prospect heaven.

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, a day's march nearer home.

Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.

Tis human actions paint the chart of time.

Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.

Bliss in possession will not last; Remembered joys are never past.

Who that hath ever been Could bear to be no more? Yet who would tread again the scene He trod through life before?