What Am I Pondering, You

And The Earth Self-balanced On Her Centre Hung.

But Oh The Heavy Change, Now Thou Art Gone, Now Thou Art Gone And Never Must Return!

The Childhood Shows The Man As Morning Shows The Day. Be Famous Then By Wisdom; As Thy Empire Must Extend, So Let Extend Thy Mind O'er All The World.

Meanwhile The Adversary Of God And Man, Satan With Thoughts Inflamed Of Highest Design, Puts On Swift Wings, And Towards The Gates Of Hell Explores His Solitary Flight.

And Add To These Retired Leisure, That In Trim Gardens Take His Pleasure.