Tis Human Actions Paint The

Here Hyacinths Of Heavenly Blue, Shook Their Rich Tresses To The Morn.

Gashed With Honourable Scars,low In Glory's Lap They Lie;though They Fell, They Fell Like Stars,streaming Splendour Through The Sky.

When Evening Closes Nature's Eye, The Glow-worm Lights Her Little Spark To Captivate Her Favorite Fly And Tempt The Rover Through The Dark.

Joys Too Exquisite To Last, And Yet More Exquisite When Past.

Time Is Eternity Begun.