Chill Penury Repress'd Their Noble

How Low, How Little Are The Proud, How Indigent The Great!

Here Rests His Head Upon The Lap Of Earth, A Youth To Fortune And To Fame Unknown: Fair Science Frown'd Not On His Humble Birth, And Melancholy Mark'd Him For Her Own.

And Moody Madness Laughing Wild Amid Severest Woe.

They Hear A Voice In Every Wind, And Snatch A Fearful Joy.

T'was Spring, T'was Summer, All Was Gay Now Autumn Bears A Cloud Brow The Flowers Of Spring Are Swept Way And Summer Fruits Desert The Bough