Religion, richest favor of the skies.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!
Admirals extolled for standing still, or doing nothing with a deal of skill.
But, oh, Thou bounteous Giver of all good, Thou art, of all Thy gifts, Thyself thy crown!
As if the world and they were hand and glove.