When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.
Thomas GrayE'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
Thomas GrayFull many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Thomas Gray