My soul is sick with every day's report of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled.
But animated nature sweeter still, to soothe and satisfy the human ear.
Admirals extolled for standing still, or doing nothing with a deal of skill.
The proud are ever most provoked by pride.
The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
Strength may wield the ponderous spade, May turn the clod, and wheel the compost home; But elegance, chief grace the garden shows, And most attractive, is the fair result Of thought, the creature of a polished mind.