Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
He look'd in years, yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor, and autumnal green.
Among our crimes oblivion may be set.
A lively faith will bear aloft the mind, and leave the luggage of good works behind.
From Harmony, from heav'nly Harmony. This universal Frame began.
Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.