They Hear A Voice In

Nor Grandeur Hear With A Disdainful Smile The Short And Simple Annals Of The Poor.

Rich With The Spoils Of Time.

To Contemplation's Sober Eye. / Such Is The Race Of Man.

Gay Hope Is Theirs By Fancy Fed, Less Pleasing When Possest; The Tear Forgot As Soon As Shed, The Sunshine Of The Breast.

Any Fool May Write A Most Valuable Book By Chance, If He Will Only Tell Us What He Heard And Saw With Veracity.