Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire - in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?

Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.

Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf.

Heaven gives its favourites-early death.

The premises are so delightfully extensive, that two people might live together without ever seeing, hearing or meeting.

Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art, For there thy habitation is the heart-- The heart which love of thee alone can bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consign'd-- To fetters and damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom.

Tis an old lesson; time approves it true, And those who know it best, deplore it most; When all is won that all desire to woo, The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost.