The meanest flowret of the vale, / The simplest note that swells the gale, / The common sun, the air, and skies, / To him are opening paradise.

Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor.

The meanest flowret of the vale, / The simplest note that swells the gale, / The common sun, the air, and skies, / To him are opening paradise.

To Contemplation's sober eye. / Such is the race of Man.

The different steps and degrees of education may be compared to the artificer's operations upon marble; it is one thing to dig it out of the quarry, and another to square it, to give it gloss and lustre, call forth every beautiful spot and vein, shape it into a column, or animate it into a statue.

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.

And hie him home, at evening's close, To sweet repast and calm repose.