To trace in Nature's most minute design The signature and stamp of power divine. ... The Invisible in things scarce seen revealed, To whom an atom is an ample field.

Ye therefore who love mercy, teach your sons to love it, too.

The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.

Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa around, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in

The beggarly last doit.

The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change, And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.

The proud are ever most provoked by pride.