Eye Natures walks, shoot folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise; Laugh where we must, be candid where we can, But vindicate the ways of God to man.1
Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest.2 The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutord mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul proud Science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or milky way.