Scatter plenty o'er a smiling land.
Bright-eyed Fancy, hov'ring o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe and words that burn.
Sorrow's faded form, and solitude behind.
One principal characteristic of vice in the present age is the contempt of fame.
To Contemplation's sober eye. / Such is the race of Man.
Thought would destroy their paradise.