For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind?

And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe.

Alas, regardless of their doom, the little victims play! No sense have they of ills to come nor care beyond today.

Commerce changes entirely the fate and genius of nations, by communicating arts and opinions, circulating money, and introducing the materials of luxury; she first opens and polishes the mind, then corrupts and enervates both that and the body.

No further seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God.

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.

To brisk notes in cadence beating, glance their many-twinkling feet.