Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me; from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expung'd and raz'd, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.

The rising world of waters dark and deep.

Death from sin no power can separate.

Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men; Unless there be who think not God at all.

Ah, why should all mankind For one man's fault, be condemned, If guiltless?

Let none henceforth seek needless cause to approve The faith they owe; when earnestly they seek Such proof, conclude, they then begin to fail.

None But such as are good men can give good things, And that which is not good, is not delicious To a well-govern'd and wise appetite.