In Lazy Apathy Let Stoics Boast, Their

Placed On This Isthmus Of A Middle State.

That, Chang'd Thro' All And Yet In All The Same, Great In The Earth As In Th' Ætherial Frame, Warms In The Sun, Refreshes In The Breeze, Glows In The Stars, And Blossoms In The Trees... Breathes In Our Soul, Informs Our Mortal Part... Submit - In This, Or Any Other Sphere, Secure To Be As Blest As Thou Canst Bear. All Nature Is But Art, Unknown To Thee; All Chance, Direction Which Thou Canst Not See; All Discord, Harmony Not Understood... All Partial Evil, Universal Good.

And Empty Heads Console With Empty Sound.

Not Always Actions Show The Man; We Find Who Does A Kindness Is Not Therefore Kind.

The Lights And Shades, Whose Well-accorded Strife Gives All The Strength And Color Of Our Life.