Forgot The Blush That Virgin Fears Impart

Religion! What Treasure Untold Resides In That Heavenly Word!

Transforms Old Print To Zigzag Manuscript, And Cheats The Eyes Of Gallery Critics By A Thousand Arts.

All Zeal For A Reform, That Gives Offence To Peace And Charity, Is Mere Pretence.

Pity! Religion Has So Seldom Found A Skilful Guide Into Poetic Ground! The Flowers Would Spring Where'er She Deign'd To Stray And Every Muse Attend Her In Her Way.

The Darkest Day, If You Live Till Tomorrow, Will Have Passed Away.