Our Judgments, Like Our Watches, None Go

Sole Judge Of Truth, In Endless Error Hurled: / The Glory, Jest, And Riddle Of The World!

Learn Of The Little Nautilus To Sail, Spread The Thin Oar, And Catch The Driving Gale.

Not Half So Swift The Trembling Doves Can Fly, When The Fierce Eagle Cleaves The Liquid Sky; Not Half So Swiftly The Fierce Eagle Moves, When Thro' The Clouds He Drives The Trembling Doves.

Pride, Where Wit Fails, Steps In To Our Defence, And Fills Up All The Mighty Void Of Sense.

Oh! Blest With Temper, Whose Unclouded Ray Can Make To-morrow Cheerful As To-day.