Thou Source Of All My Bliss And

Even Children Follow'd With Endearing Wile, And Pluck'd His Gown, To Share The Good Man's Smile.

But Me, Not Destined Such Delights To Share, My Prime Of Life In Wandering Spent And Care; Impell'd, With Steps Unceasing, To Pursue Some Fleeting Good, That Mocks Me With The View That, Like The Circle Bounding Earth And Skies, Allures From Far, Yet, As I Follow, Flies; My Fortune Leads To Traverse Reams Alone, And Find No Spot Of All The World My Own.

Aromatic Plants Bestow No Spicy Fragrance While They Grow; But Crush'd Or Trodden To The Ground, Diffuse Their Balmy Sweets Around.

The Ingratitude Of The World Can Never Deprive Us Of The Conscious Happiness Of Having Acted With Humanity Ourselves.

True Generosity Is A Duty As Indispensably Necessary As Those Imposed Upon Us By The Law. It Is A Rule Imposed Upon Us By Reason, Which Should Be The Sovereign Law Of A Rational Being.