Lend, Lend Your Wings! I Mount! I

For I, Who Hold Sage Homer's Rule The Best, Welcome The Coming, Speed The Going Guest.

Heaven Forming Each On Other To Depend, A Master, Or A Servant, Or A Friend, Bids Each On Other For Assistance Call, Till One Man's Weakness Grows The Strength Of All.

Man, Like The Generous Vine, Supported Lives; The Strength He Gains Is From The Embrace He Gives.

They Dream In Courtship, But In Wedlock Wake.

Then Marble, Soften'd Into Life, Grew Warm.