Methought I saw my late espoused saint.

And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.

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

Be strong, live happy and love, but first of all Him whom to love is to obey, and keep His great command!

But God himself is truth; in propagating which, as men display a greater integrity and zeal, they approach nearer to the similitude of God, and possess a greater portion of his love.

See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, With joy and love triumphing.

Love Virtue, she alone is free, She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her.