Filial submission to the sov'reign will

Filial submission to the sov'reign will, Glad of the good—and patient of the ill, I'll work, in narrow sphere, what Heav'n approves, Abating hatreds, and encreasing loves; My friendships, studies, pleasures all my own, Alike to envy and to fame unknown; Such in some blest assylum let me lie, Take off my fill of life, and wait, not wish to die.

WHEN beauty's charms decay, as soon they must, And all its glories humbled in the dust, The virtuous mind, beyond the rage of time, Shall ever blossom in a happier clime, Whose never-fading joys no tongue can tell, Where everlasting youth and beauty dwell; Where pain and sorrow never more shall move, But all is pleasure, harmony and love.