A grateful mind/ By owing owes not, but still pays, at once/ Indebted and discharg'd.

The sacred influence of light appears.

As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore. Or if I would delight my private hours With music or with poem, where so soon As in our native language can I find That solace?

Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss

Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.

O sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere.

He left it in thy power, ordaind thy will By nature free, not over-rul'd by Fate Inextricable, or strict necessity.