Hide Me From Day's Garish Eye, While

He Alone Is Worthy Of The Appellation Who Either Does Great Things, Or Teaches How They May Be Done, Or Describes Them With A Suitable Majesty When They Have Been Done; But Those Only Are Great Things Which Tend To Render Life More Happy, Which Increase The Innocent Enjoyments And Comforts Of Existence, Or Which Pave The Way To A State Of Future Bliss More Permanent And More Pure.

Hide Me From Day's Garish Eye.

Nor Think Thou With Wind Of æry Threats To Awe Whom Yet With Deeds Thou Canst Not.

For Men To Tell How Human Life Began Is Hard; For Who Himself Beginning Knew?

Govern Well Thy Appetite, Lest Sin Surprise Thee, And Her Black Attendant Death.