The Approach Of Night The Skies Yet

When Much Dispute Has Past, We Find Our Tenets Just The Same As Last.

Virtue She Finds Too Painful An Endeavour, Content To Dwell In Decencies For Ever.

Here Hills And Vales, The Woodland And The Plain Here Earth And Water Seem To Strive Again, Not Chaos-like Together Crushed And Bruised, But, As The World, Harmoniously Confused: Where Order In Variety We See, And Where, Though All Things Differ, All Agree.

Thus Unlamented Pass The Proud Away, The Gaze Of Fools And Pageant Of A Day; So Perish All, Whose Breast Ne'er Learn'd To Glow For Others' Good, Or Melt At Others' Woe.

Unthought-of Frailties Cheat Us In The Wise.