"Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?"

"Man is the nobler growth our realms supply, And souls are ripen'd in our northern sky."

"O gently guide my pilgrim feet To find thy hermit cell; Where in some pure and equal sky Beneath thy soft indulgent e…"

"It is to hope, tho' hope were lost."

"Flowers, the sole luxury which nature knew, In Eden's pure and guiltless garden grew.[…] Gay without toil, and lovely…"

"I read his awful name, emblazon'd high With golden letters on th' illumin'd sky."

"With Thee in shady solitudes I walk, With Thee in busy, crowded cities talk, In every creature own Thy forming power,…"

"This dead of midnight is the noon of thought, And Wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars."

"Oh! hear a pensive captive's prayer, For liberty that sighs; And never let thine heart be shut Against the prisoner's…"

"If e'er thy breast with freedom glow'd, And spurn'd a tyrant's chain, Let not thy strong oppressive force A free-born…"