With a smile that glow'd Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.
I on the other side Us'd no ambition to commend my deeds; The deeds themselves, though mute, spoke loud the doer.
Our country is where ever we are well off.
This is servitude, To serve the unwise.
Take heed lest passion sway Thy judgement to do aught, which else free will Would not admit.
O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death.