No date prefixed directs me in the starry rubric set.
Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies.
Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd.
What call thou solitude? Is not the earth with various living creatures, and the air replenished, and all these at thy command to come and play before thee?
And these gems of Heav'n, her starry train.
Live while ye may, Yet happy pair.