Unblemish'd Let Me Live Or Die Unknown;

The Soul's Calm Sunshine, And The Heartfelt Joy.

Order Is Heaven's First Law; And This Confessed, Some Are, And Must Be, Greater Than The Rest, More Rich, More Wise; But Who Infers From Hence That Such Are Happier, Shocks All Common Sense. Condition, Circumstance, Is Not The Thing; Bliss Is The Same In Subject Or In King.

Good-nature And Good-sense Must Ever Join; To Err Is Human, To Forgive, Divine.

See The Wild Waste Of All-devouring Years! How Rome Her Own Sad Sepulchre Appears, With Nodding Arches, Broken Temples Spread! The Very Tombs Now Vanish'd Like Their Dead!

Know Then, Unnumber'd Spirits Round Thee Fly, The Light Militia Of The Lower Sky.