When Love Could Teach A

Ye Towers Of Julius, London's Lasting Shame, With Many A Foul And Midnight Murder Fed.

As To Posterity, I May Ask What Has It Ever Done To Oblige Me?

Where Once My Careless Childhood Strayed, / A Stranger Yet To Pain.

He Pass'd The Flaming Bounds Of Place And Time: The Living Throne, The Sapphire Blaze, Where Angels Tremble While They Gaze, He Saw; But Blasted With Excess Of Light, Closed His Eyes In Endless Night.

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