Who Finds Not Providence All

Lo, What Huge Heaps Of Littleness Around!

When Rumours Increase, And When There Is An Abundance Of Noise And Clamour, Believe The Second Report.

No More The Mounting Larks, While Daphne Sings, Shall, List'ning, In Mid-air Suspend Their Wings.

Destroy All Creatures For Thy Sport Or Gust, Yet Cry, If Man's Unhappy, God's Unjust.

How Glowing Guilt Exalts The Keen Delight!